Ninety-five Percent Of Our Wool Is Going

Why Do You Need A Voice When You Have A Verse?

It's Hard To Steer A Parked Car.

It Makes Me Boil When I Think Of The Power We Profess And The Utter Impotency Of Our Action. Believers Who Know One-tenth As Much As We Do Are Doing One-hundred Times More For God, With His Blessing And Our Criticism. Oh If I Could Write It, Preach It, Say It, Paint It, Anything At All, If Only God's Power Would Become Known Among Us.

Feast Of Stephen, Deacon, First Martyr, The Man Who Will Not Act Until He Knows All Will Never Act At All.

Oh, The Fullness, Pleasure, Sheer Excitement Of Knowing God On Earth!