Patient endurance permits us to cling to our faith in the Lord and our faith in His timing when we are being tossed about by the surf of circumstance. Even when a seeming undertow grasps us, somehow, in the tumbling, we are being carried forward, though battered and bruised.

Love, patience, and meekness can be just as contagious as rudeness and crudeness.

How myopic it is to view His ministry as all crucifixion and no resurrection!

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

I know sanctification comes not with any particular calling, but with genuine acts of service, often for which there is no specific calling.

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.

In contrast to the path of selfishness, there is no room for road rage on the straight and narrow way.