For My Generation I Must

We Are So Utterly Ordinary, So Commonplace, While We Profess To Know A Power The Twentieth Century Does Not Reckon With.... Oh That God Would Make Us Dangerous!

Ah, How Many Marahs Have Been Sweetened By A Simple, Satisfying Glimpse Of The Tree And The Love Which Underwent Its Worst Confict There. Yes, The Cross Is The Tree That Sweetens The Waters. 'love Never Faileth.

He Is No Fool Who Gives What He Cannot Keep To Gain What He Cannot Lose.

Desire Is The Putting Of My Will Into God’s Concern. It’s Not A Passive, Sitting Back In Your Easy Chair, Folding Your Arms Sort Of Thing, Which Says, 'well, I’m Willing, If God Would Only Give Me A Good Swift Kick And Send Me.' That’s Willingness All Right. But God Doesn’t Want Willingness, He Wants Will! He Wants Your Will Put Behind Those Desires.

Be On Guard, My Soul, Of Complicating Your Environment So That You Have Neither Time Nor Room For Growth!