Our Little Time Of Suffering Is Not

Ye Have Lost A Child--nay, She Is Not Lost To You, Who Is Found To Christ; She Is Not Sent Away, But Only Sent Before; Like Unto A Star, Which Going Out Of Our Sight, Doth Not Die And Vanish, But Shineth In Another Hemisphere.

It Is The Lord's Kindness That He Will Take The Scum Off Us In The Fire. Who Know How Needful Winnowing Is To Us And What Dross We Have Before We Enter The Kingdom Of God? So Narrow Is The Entry To Heaven That Our Knots, Lumps Of Pride, Self-love, Idol-love, And World-love Must Be Hammered Off Us, That We May Stoop Low And Creep Through Into That Narrow Entry.

Christ Has No Velvet Crosses.

It Is In Some Respect Greater Love In Jesus To Sanctify Than To Justify, For He Maketh Us Most Like Himself, In His Own Essential Portraiture And Image In Sanctifying Us.

I Think It Is Possible On Earth To Build A Young, New Jerusalem, A Little, New Heaven Of This Surpassing Love. God, Either Send Me More Of This Love, Or Take Me Quickly Over The Water, Where I May Be Filled With His Love.