Sickness may be the solemn occasion of God's intervention in a person's life.

We do not posses God. We find him periodically.

We are always looking for a grand program of action full of great ideas, when the thing is to begin by obeying the little ideas.

Recounting of a life story, a mind thinking aloud leads one inevitably to the consideration of problems which are no longer psychological but spiritual.

What happens then is like what happens when we separate a jigsaw puzzle into its fuve hundred pieces: The over-all picture disappears. This is the state of modern medicine: It has lost the sense of the unity of man. Such is the price it has paid for its scientific progress. It has sacrificed art to science.

Life can become once more a grand adventure if we will surrender it to god. He brings one adventure to an end, only to open another to us. With him we must be ready for anything.

Let us not seek to bring religion to others, but let us endeavor to live it ourselves.