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

Those whimpering Stateside young people will wake up on the Day of Judgment condemned to worse fates than these demon-fearing Indians, because, having a Bible, they were bored with it - while these never heard of such a thing as writing.

Be on guard, my soul, of complicating your environment so that you have neither time nor room for growth!

Missionaries are very human folks, simply a bunch of nobodies trying to exalt somebody.

He makes His ministers a flame of fire. Am I ignitible? God deliver me from the dread asbestos of 'other things.' Saturate me with the oil of the Spirit that I may be aflame. But flame is transient, often short lived. Canst thou bear this, my soul - short life? ... Make me thy fuel, Flame of God.

Lord, give me firmness without hardness, steadfastness without dogmatism, love without weakness.

That saint who advances on his knees never retreats.