The Will Of God Is Always A

Father, Take My Life, Yea, My Blood If Thou Wilt, And Consume It With Thine Enveloping Fire. I Would Not Save It, For It Is Not Mine To Save. Have It Lord, Have It All. Pour Out My Life As An Oblation For The World. Blood Is Only Of Value As It Flows Before Thine Altar

Our Young Men Are Going Into The Professional Fields Because They Don't 'feel Called' To The Mission Field. We Don't Need A Call; We Need A Kick In The Pants. We Must Begin Thinking In Terms Of 'going Out,' And Stop Our Weeping Because 'they Won't Come In.' Who Wants To Step Into An Igloo? The Tombs Themselves Are Not Colder Than The Churches. May God Send Us Forth.

I Pray For You, That All Your Misgivings Will Be Melted To Thanksgivings. Remember That The Shadow A Thing Casts Often Far Exceeds The Size Of The Thing Itself (especially If The Light Be Low On The Horizon) And Though Some Future Fear May Strut Brave Darkness As You Approach, The Thing Itself Will Be But A Speck When Seen From Beyond. Oh That He Would Restore Us Often With That 'aspect From Beyond,' To See A Thing As He Sees It, To Remember That He Dealeth With Us As With Sons.

Forgive Me For Being So Ordinary While Claiming To Know So Extraordinary A God.

God Is Still On His Throne, We're Still On His 'footstool,' And There's Only A Knee's Distance Between!