I don't claim anything of the work. It is his work. I am like a little pencil in his hand. That is all. He does the thinking. He does the writing. The pencil has nothing to do with it.
I am busy with my work. My path is clear.
God loves the world through us.
We must see Christ in the disturbing disguise of the poor.
It takes oil to keep the lamps burning.
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