I See No Thread Running

Fight For Us, O God, That We Not Drift Numb And Blind And Foolish Into Vain And Empty Excitements. Life Is Too Short, Too Precious, Too Painful To Waste On Worldly Bubbles That Burst. Heaven Is Too Great, Hell Is Too Horrible, Eternity Is Too Long That We Should Putter Around On The Porch Of Eternity.

We Cannot Know What Prayer Is For Until We Know That Life Is War.

Will I Find Spiritual Communion With God Sweet Enough, And Hope In His Promises Deep Enough, Not Just To Cope, But To Flourish And Rejoice In Him?

The Formation Of The Life Of A Person In The Womb Is The Work Of God, And It Is Not Merely A Mechanical Process But A Work On The Analogy Of Weaving Or Knitting: "thou Didst Knit Me Together In My Mother's Womb" (psalm 139:13). The Life Of The Unborn Is The Knitting Of God, And What He Is Knitting Is A Human Being In His Own Image, Unlike Any Other Creature In The Universe... The Destruction Of Conceived Human Life - Whether Embryonic, Fetal, Or Viable - Is An Assault On The Unique Person-forming Work Of God.

There Are A Thousand Needs In The World, And None Of Them Compares To The Global Need For The Gospel.