Oh, how great the plan of our God!

Personal, spiritual symmetry emerges only from the shaping of prolonged obedience. Twigs are bent, not snapped into shape.

The imperfections of others never release us from the need to work on our own shortcomings.

It's service, not status, that counts.

Unproductive worry - like Parkinson's proverbial law - tends to expand to fill the time available.

The hardest work you and I will ever do is to put off our selfishness. It is heavy lifting!

Clearly, when we baptize, our eyes should gaze beyond the baptismal font to the holy temple. The great garner into which the sheaves should be gathered is the holy temple.