He Alone Can Believe In Immortality Who

There Are Three Things In The World That Deserve No Mercy, Hypocrisy, Fraud, And Tyranny.

It Is Not The Number Of Books You Read; Nor The Variety Of Sermons Which You Hear; Nor The Amount Of Religious Conversation In Which You Mix: But It Is The Frequency And The Earnestness With Which You Meditate On These Things, Till The Truth Which May Be In Them Becomes Your Own, And Part Of Your Own Being, That Ensures Your Spiritual Growth.

Every Day His Servants Are Dying Modestly And Peacefully--not A Word Of Victory On Their Lips; But Christ's Deep Triumph In Their Hearts--watching The Slow Progress Of Their Own Decay, And Yet So Far Emancipated From Personal Anxiety That They Are Still Able To Think And Plan For Others, Not Knowing That They Are Doing Any Great Thing. They Die, And The World Hears Nothing Of Them; And Yet Theirs Was The Completest Victory. They Came To The Battle Field, The Field To Which They Had Been Looking Forward All Their Lives, And The Enemy Was Not To Be Found. There Was No Foe To Fight With.

There Is A Grand Fearlessness In Faith. He Who In His Heart Of Hearts Reverences The Good, The True, The Holy--that Is, Reverences God--does Not Tremble At The Apparent Success Of Attacks Upon The Outworks Of Faith. They May Shake Those Who Rest On Those Outworks--they Do Not Move Him Whose Soul Reposes On The Truth Itself. He Needs No Prop Or Crutches To Support His Faith. Founded On A Rock, Faith Can Afford To Gaze Undismayed At The Approaches Of Infidelity.

A Life Of Prayer Is A Life Whose Litanies Are Ever Fresh Acts Of Self-devoting Love.