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

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.

Oh, the fullness, pleasure, sheer excitement of knowing God on Earth! I care not if I never raise my voice again for Him, if only I may love Him, please Him. Mayhap in mercy He shall give me a host of children that I may lead them through the vast star fields to explore His delicacies whose finger ends set them to burning. But if not, if only I may see Him, touch His garments, smile into His eyes - ah then, not stars nor children shall matter, only Himself.

Feast of Stephen, Deacon, First Martyr, the man who will not act until he knows all will never act at all.

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

Grieve not, then, if your sons seem to desert you, but rejoice, rather, seeing the will of God done gladly.

It is true that a fellow cannot ignore women - but he can think of them as he ought - as sisters, not as sparring partners.