Without My Savior, I Am Nothing.

I Found That When I Talk To The Little Flower Or To The Little Peanut They Will Give Up Their Secrets . . .

Believe. The Promise Of God Are Real. They Are As Real, As Solid, Yes Infinitely More Solid Than This Table Which The Materialist So Thoroughly Believes In. If You Would Only Believe, O Ye Of Little Faith.

When I Was Young, I Said To God, 'god, Tell Me The Mystery Of The Universe.' But God Answered, 'that Knowledge Is For Me Alone.' So I Said, 'god, Tell Me The Mystery Of The Peanut.' Then God Said, 'well George, That's More Nearly Your Size.' And He Told Me.

Our Creator Is The Same And Never Changes Despite The Names Given Him By People Here And In All Parts Of The World. Even If We Gave Him No Name At All, He Would Still Be There, Within Us, Waiting To Give Us Good On This Earth.

Look About You. Take Hold Of The Things That Are Here. Let Them Talk To You. You Learn To Talk To Them.