There Is No Pit So Deep, That

Voltaire Expected That Within Fifty Years Of His Lifetime There Would Not Be One Bible In The World. His House Is Now A Distribution Center For Bibles In Many Languages.

The World Is Deathly Ill. It Is Dying. The Great Physician Has Already Signed The Death Certificate. Yet, There Is Still A Great Work For Christians To Do. They Are To Be Streams Of Living Water, Channels Of Mercy To Those Who Are Still In The World. It Is Possible For Them To Do This Because They Are Overcomers.

What Wings Are To A Bird, And Sails To A Ship, So Is Prayer To The Soul.

If The Enemy Cannot Make You Bad, He’ll Make You Busy.

All Through The Short Afternoon They Kept Coming, The People Who Counted Themselves Father's Friends. Young And Old, Poor And Rich, Scholarly Gentlemen And Illiterate Servant Girls—only To Father Did It Seem That They Were All Alike. That Was Father's Secret: Not That He Overlooked The Differences In People; That He Didn't Know They Were There.