It is easy to turn our religious life into a cathedral for beautiful memories, but there are feet to be washed . . .

We must get to the place of real solitude with Christ. He is our mountain-height and our sea-calm.

When we are consciously aware of being used as broken bread and poured out wine, we have yet another level to reach - a level where all awareness of ourselves and what God is doing through us is completely eliminated. A saint is never consciously a saint - a saint is consciously dependent on God.

Spiritual lust causes me to demand an answer from God, instead of seeking God Himself who gives the answer.

Sin is blatant mutiny against God.

For understanding in spiritual matters, the golden rule is not intellect but obedience.

I have to learn that the aim in life is God's, not mine. God is using me from His great personal standpoint, and all He asks of me is that I trust Him, and never say — Lord, this gives me such heart-ache.