You Choose Sin. You Practice Sin.

Homes That Are Built On Anything Other Than Love Are Bound To Crumble.

Ruth And I Are Happily Incompatible.

Anxiety Is The Natural Result When Our Hopes Are Centered In Anything Short Of God And His Will.

I Have Never Been Quite Sure Who Controls The Weather. Although We Always Prayed For Clear Skies, I Have Had To Preach In All Kinds Of Storms.

Out Of Defeat Can Come The Best In Human Nature. As Christians Face Storms Of Adversity, They May Rise With More Beauty. They Are Like Trees That Grow On Mountain Ridges -- Battered By Winds, Yet Trees In Which We Find The Strongest Wood.