If We Love God's Fame And Are

You Can't Praise What You Don't Prize.

Where Feelings For God Are Dead, Worship Is Dead.

What Is The Essence Of Evil? It Is Forsaking A Living Fountain For Broken Cisterns. God Gets Derision And We Get Death. They Are One: Choosing Sugarcoated Misery We Mock The Lifegiving God. It Was Meant To Be Another Way: God's Glory Exalted In Our Everlasting Joy.

Not Grace To Bar What Is Not Bliss, Nor Flight From All Distress, But This: The Grace That Orders Our Trouble And Pain, And Then, In The Darkness, Is There To Sustain.

I Do Not Aim To Be Immediately Practical But Eternally Helpful.