It’s hard to steer a parked car.
For my generation I must have the oracles of God in fresh terms.
Those whimpering Stateside young people will wake up on the Day of Judgment condemned to worse fates than these demon-fearing Indians, because, having a Bible, they were bored with it – while these never heard of such a thing as writing.
God deliver me from the dread asbestos of “other things.” Saturate me with the oil of the Spirit that I may be aflame.
Birds are extremely valued as indicators of overall environmental health. If there’s a problem in a wild bird population, it’s indicative that something went wrong.
Feast of Stephen, Deacon, First Martyr, the man who will not act until he knows all will never act at all.
It is true that a fellow cannot ignore women – but he can think of them as he ought – as sisters, not as sparring partners.
I many no longer depend on pleasant impulses to bring me before the Lord. I must rather response to principles I know to be right, whether I feel them to be enjoyable or not.
Let not our longing slay the appetite of our living.
The shiny paint laid on by curiosity’s hand has worn off. What thing better can a man know than the love of Christ, which passes knowledge?
Missionaries are very human folks, simply a bunch of nobodies trying to exalt somebody.
Ninety-five percent of our wool is going to China.
Singleness, simplicity, is required of me. One treasure, a single eye, and a sole Master!
I do not know how to make a man think seriously about sin and judgment, and must look to the work of the Holy Spirit for any hint of such a working.
Eagles are very tolerant and very adaptable, but they have to get established first. When birds are setting up their breeding territory, they are the most susceptible to being discouraged.
No one warns young people to follow Adam’s example. He waited till God saw his need. Then God made Adam sleep, prepared for his mate, and brought her to him.
Be on guard, my soul, of complicating your environment so that you have neither time nor room for growth!
So many missionaries, intent on doing something, forget that His main work is to make something of them...
We best learn patience by practicing it.
Give what you cannot keep, to gain what you cannot loose.
He makes His ministers a flame of fire.′ Am I ignitable? God deliver me from the dread asbestos of ‘other things.’ Saturate me with the oil of the Spirit that I may be a flame. But flame is transient, often short-lived. Canst thou bear this, my soul – short life? In me there dwells the Spirit of the Great Short-Lived, whose zeal for God’s house consumed Him. ‘Make me Thy Fuel, Flame of God.