Forgive Me For Being So Ordinary While

Those Whimpering Stateside Young People Will Wake Up On The Day Of Judgment Condemned To Worse Fates Than These Demon-fearing Indians, Because, Having A Bible, They Were Bored With It - While These Never Heard Of Such A Thing As Writing.

We Are So Utterly Ordinary, So Commonplace, While We Profess To Know A Power The Twentieth Century Does Not Reckon With.... Oh That God Would Make Us Dangerous!

Ah, How Many Marahs Have Been Sweetened By A Simple, Satisfying Glimpse Of The Tree And The Love Which Underwent Its Worst Confict There. Yes, The Cross Is The Tree That Sweetens The Waters. 'love Never Faileth.

God Always Gives His Best To Those Who Leave The Choice With Him.

I Pray For You, That All Your Misgivings Will Be Melted To Thanksgivings. Remember That The Shadow A Thing Casts Often Far Exceeds The Size Of The Thing Itself (especially If The Light Be Low On The Horizon) And Though Some Future Fear May Strut Brave Darkness As You Approach, The Thing Itself Will Be But A Speck When Seen From Beyond. Oh That He Would Restore Us Often With That 'aspect From Beyond,' To See A Thing As He Sees It, To Remember That He Dealeth With Us As With Sons.