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.

As your life is in His hands, so are the days of your life. But don’t let the sands of time get into the eye of your vision to reach those who sit in darkness. They simply must hear.

God, I pray Thee, light these idle sticks of my life and may I burn for Thee. Consume my life, my God, for it is Thine. I seek not a long life, but a full one, like you, Lord Jesus.

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

For my generation I must have the oracles of God in fresh terms.

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

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