Where do you think you’re going?” Dr. Nokes demanded…. “What do you have for directions?” And Dad… said, “I have the substance of things hoped for. I have the anticipation of things unseen

It is one thing to say you're at war with this whole world and stick your chest out believing it, but when the world shows up with it's crushing numbers and its predatory knowledge, it is another thing completely.

Routine is worry's sly assassin.

Once traveling, it's remarkable how quickly faith erodes. It starts to look like something else--ignorance, for example. Same thing happened to the Israelites. Sure it's weak, but sometimes you'd rather just have a map.

So thoughtlessly we sling on our destinies.

When a person dies, the earth is generally unwilling to cough him back up. A miracle contradicts the will of earth.

Good advice is a wise man's friend, of course; but sometimes it just flies on past, and all you can do is wave.