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

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.

No one warns young people to follow Adam's example. He waited till God saw his need. Then God made Adam sleep, prepared for his mate, and brought her to him.

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.

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.

Oh, the fullness, pleasure, sheer excitement of knowing God on earth!