Perhaps it is how we are made; perhaps words of truth reach us best through the heart, and stories and songs are the language of the heart

Death wears many faces, but it’s stench is always the same.

Unbelievers enjoy the security of their unbelief; there is great confidence in ignorance.

Two friends . . . there are stronger forces on earth, perhaps, but few as tenacious and enduring as the bond between true friends.

They are young and life has no limits. Nothing is impossible, nothing beyond doing or knowing. The world is theirs and everything in it.

We are closest to Christ when sharing the world’s misery. Think you Jesus came to remove our pains? Wherever did you get that notion? The Lord came, not to remove our suffering, but to show us the way through it to the glory beyond. We can overcome our travails. That is the promise of the cross.

I will weep no more for the lost, asleep in their water graves.