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

Ninety-five percent of our wool is going to China.

Singleness, simplicity, is required of me. One treasure, a single eye, and a sole Master!

Unwillingness to accept God's 'way of escape' from temptation frightens me - what a rebel yet resides within.

Father, make of me a crisis man. Bring those I contact to decision. Let me not be a milepost on a single road; make me a fork, that men must turn one way or another on facing Christ in me.

Rest in this - it is His business to lead, command, impel, send, call... It is your business to obey, follow, move, respond.

We are so utterly ordinary, so commonplace, while we profess to know a Power the Twentieth Century does not reckon with.... Oh that God would make us dangerous!