God, I pray light these idle sticks of my life and may I burn up for thee.

Ah, how many Marahs have been sweetened by a simple, satisfying glimpse of the Tree and the Love which underwent its worst confict there. Yes, the Cross is the tree that sweetens the waters. 'Love never faileth.

It's hard to steer a parked car.

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

Live every day as if the Son of Man were at the door, and gear your thinking to the fleeting moment. Just how can it be redeemed? Walk as if the next step would carry you across the threshold of Heaven. Pray. That saint who advances on his knees never retreats.

Eternity shall be at once a great eye-opener and a great mouth-shutter.

The sound of 'gentle stillness' after all the thunder and wind have passed will the ultimate Word from God.