So Many Missionaries, Intent On Doing Something,

Dreams Are Tawdry When Compared With The Leading Of God, And Not Worthy Of The Aura Of Wonder We Usually Surround Them With. God Only Doeth Wonders. He Does Nothing Else. His Hand Can Work Nothing Less.

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

The Will Of God Is Sweet Tonight, Altogether ‘good And Acceptable And Perfect.’ The Considerate Love Of The Lord Jesus For Us Seems Such A Kind Thing Now. I Know It Has Always Been So, But Somehow I Didn’t See How Wise It Was When It Didn’t Seem Kind… Remind Me Of This When I Cannot Regard His Love As Considerate Some Time.

The Shiny Paint Laid On By Curiosity's Hand Has Worn Off. What Thing Better Can A Man Know Than The Love Of Christ, Which Passes Knowledge?

Missionaries Are Very Human Folks, Simply A Bunch Of Nobodies Trying To Exalt Somebody.