I never made a sacrifice. Of this we ought not to talk when we remember the great sacrifice which he made who left His Father’s throne on high to give Himself for us.
Self-deception helps us deceive.
There is a Ruler above, and His Providence guides all things. He is our Friend and has plenty of work for all His people to do. It is such a blessing and a privilege to be led into His work instead of into the service of the hard taskmasters – the Devil and sin.
It is my desire to show my attachment to the cause of Him who died for me by devoting my life to His service.
If you knew the satisfaction of performing a duty, as well as the gratitude to God which the missionary must always feel in being chosen for so noble and sacred a calling, you would feel no hesitation in embracing it.
Nothing earthly will make me give up my work in despair.
This generation can only reach this generation.
Fastings and vigils without a special object in view are time run to waste.
Cannot the love of Christ carry the missionary where the slave-trade carries the trader? I shall open up a path to the interior or perish.
God had only one Son, and He was a missionary.
Providence seems to call me to the regions beyond.
I have never ceased to rejoice that God has appointed me to such an office.
In this service I hope to live; in it I wish to die!
It is hard to work for years with pure motives, and all the time be looked upon by most of those to whom our lives are devoted as having some sinister object in view.
He who died for us, and Whom we ought to copy, did more for us than we can do for any one else. He endured the contradiction of sinners. We should have grace to follow in His steps.
May the time come when rich men and great men would think it an honor to support whole stations of missionaries in Africa, instead of spending their money on hounds and horses.
Though there is antipathy in the human heart to the gospel of Christ, yet when Christians make their good work shine, all admire them. It is when great disparity exists between profession and practice that we secure the scorn of mankind.
It’s been busier than ever I guess they were having a going-out-of-business sale.
The islands above the falls are covered with foliage as beautiful as can be seen anywhere. Viewed from the mass of rock which overhangs the fall, the scenery was the loveliest I had seen.
Anywhere, provided it be forward – farther still farther into the night.