Every Little Deed Counts.

We Must First Peer Into The Darkness, Feel Strangled And Entombed In The Hopelessness Of Living Without God, Before We Are Ready To Feel The Presence Of His Living Light.

Sometimes We Wish The World Could Cry And Tell Us About That Which Made It Pregnant With Fear-filling Grandeur. Sometimes We Wish Our Own Heart Would Speak Of That Which Made It Heavy With Wonder.

Prayer Is Not A Stratagem For Occasional Use, A Refuge To Resort To Now And Then. It Is Rather Like An Established Residence For The Innermost Self. All Things Have A Home: The Bird Has A Nest, The Fox Has A Hole, The Bee Has A Hive. A Soul Without Prayer Is A Soul Without A Home.

It Is Gratefulness Which Makes The Soul Great.

The Work On Weekdays And The Rest On The Seventh Day Are Correlated. The Sabbath Is The Inspirer, The Other Days The Inspired.