The choice before us is plain: Christ or chaos, conviction or compromise, discipline or disintegration.

The use of the right word, the exact word, is the difference between a pencil with a sharp point and a thick crayon.

Get off, you look ugly (to a blood splattered player during a game)

No tabloid will ever print the startling news that the mummified body of Jesus of Nazareth has been discovered in old Jerusalem. Christians have no carefully embalmed body enclosed in a glass case to worship. Thank God, we have an empty tomb. The glorious fact that the empty tomb proclaims to us is that life for us does not stop when death comes. Death is not a wall, but a door.

If you hug to yourself any resentment against anybody else, you destroy the bridge by which God would come to you.

Unless we stand for something, we shall fall for anything.

You are leaving port under sealed orders and in a troubled period. You cannot know whither you are going or what you are to do. But why not take the Pilot on board who knows the nature of your sealed orders from the outset, and who will shape your entire voyage accordingly? He knows the shoals and the sand banks, the rocks and the reefs, He will steer you safely into that celestial harbor where your anchor will be cast for eternity. Let His almighty nail-pierced hands hold the wheel, and you will be safe.