The cavity which suffering carves into our souls will one day also be the receptacle of joy.

We cannot lead or draw others to Christ unless we stand closer to Him than they do.

Sometimes we are so busy being the hammer or the anvil, that we forget who really needs the shaping.

Real hope is much more than wishful musing. It stiffens, not slackens, the spiritual spine.

The dues of discipleship are high indeed, and how much we can take so often determines how much we can then give.

Ironically, brothers and sisters, the natural man who is so very selfish in so many ordinary ways is strangely unselfish in that he reaches for too few of the things that bring real joy. He settles for a mess of pottage instead of eternal joy.

You must not mistake passing local cloud cover, for general darkness.