There are certain mortal moments and minutes that matter. Certain hingepoints in the history of each human. Some seconds are so decisive they shrink the soul, while others are spent, so as to stretch the soul.

It's service, not status, that counts.

The authority of example and considerations of character, unlike pudding, are not whipped up in an instant.

Even if work were not an economic necessity, it is a spiritual necessity.

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

The submission of one's will is really the only uniquely personal thing we have to place on God's altar. The many other things we 'give' are actually the things He has already given or loaned to us.

Do not let the future be held hostage by the past