Children are arrows in a quiver, and they are to be trained as missionaries and shot at the Devil.

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

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.

Father, take my life, yea, my blood if Thou wilt, and consume it with Thine enveloping fire. I would not save it, for it is not mine to save. Have it Lord, have it all. Pour out my life as an oblation for the world. Blood is only of value as it flows before Thine altar

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

None of it gets to be 'old stuff', for it is Christ in print, the Living Word. We wouldn't think of rising in the morning without a facewash, but we often neglect that purgative cleansing of the Word of the Lord. It wakes us up to our responsibility

It's hard to steer a parked car.