Don't Bother To Give God Instructions; Just

Worry Is An Old Man With Bended Head, Carrying A Load Of Feathers Which He Thinks Are Lead.

Surely There Is No More Wretched Sight That The Human Body Unloved And Uncared For.

Jesus Loves Sinners. He Only Loves Sinners. He Has Never Turned Anyone Away Who Came To Him For Forgiveness, And He Died On The Cross For Sinners, Not For Respectable People.

Father Sat Down On The Edge Of The Narrow Bed. "corrie," He Began Gently, "when You And I Go To Amsterdam-when Do I Give You Your Ticket?" I Sniffed A Few Times, Considering This. "why, Just Before We Get On The Train." "exactly. And Our Wise Father In Heaven Knows When We're Going To Need Things, Too. Don't Run Out Ahead Of Him, Corrie. When The Time Comes That Some Of Us Will Have To Die, You Will Look Into Your Heart And Find The Strength You Need-just In Time.

I Prayed To Dispel My Fear, Until Suddenly, And I Do Not Know How The Idea Came To Me, I Began To Pray For Others. I Prayed For Everyone Who Came Into My Thoughts - - People With Whom I Had Traveled, Those Who Had Been In Prison With Me, My School Friends Of Years Ago. I Do Not Know How Long I Continued My Prayer, But This I Do Know - - My Fear Was Gone! Interceding For Others Had Released Me!