Oh, the fullness, pleasure, sheer excitement of knowing God on earth!

That saint who advances on his knees never retreats.

I have had to make a cross of two logs, and lie down on it, to show the Indians what it means to crucify a man.

Lord, make my way prosperous not that I achieve high station, but that my life be an exhibit to the value of knowing God.

Father, let me be weak that I might loose my clutch on everything temporal. My life, my reputation, my possessions, Lord, let me loose the tension of the grasping hand. Even, Father, would I lose the love of fondling. How often I have released a grasp only to retain what I prized by 'harmless' longing, the fondling touch. Rather, open my hand to received the nail of Calvary, as Christ's was opened- that I, releasing all, might be released, unleashed from all that binds me now. He thought Heaven, yea, equality with God, not a thing to be clutched at. So let me release my grasp.

The will of God is always a bigger thing than we bargain for, but we must believe that whatever it involves, it is good, acceptable and perfect.

So many missionaries, intent on doing something, forget that His main work is to make something of them.