Life Is A Crucible. We Are Thrown

A Day! It Has Risen Upon Us From The Great Deep Of Eternity, Girt Round With Wonder; Emerging From The Womb Of Darkness; A New Creation Of Life And Light Spoken Into Being By The Word Of God.

Goodness Consists Not In The Outward Things We Do, But In The Inward Thing We Are.

The Worst Effect Of Sin Is Within And Is Manifest Not In Poverty, And Pain, And Bodily Defacement, But In The Discrowned Faculties, The Unworthy Love, The Low Ideal, The Brutalized And Enslaved Spirit.

There Have Been Men Who Could Play Delightful Music On One String Of The Violin, But There Never Was A Man Who Could Produce The Harmonies Of Heaven In His Soul By A One-stringed Virtue.

When I Contrast The Loving Jesus, Comprehending All Things In His Ample And Tender Charity, With Those Who Profess To Bear His Name, Marking Their Zeal By What They Do Not Love, It Seems To Me As Though Men, Like The Witches Of Old, Had Read The Bible Backward, And Had Taken Incantations Out Of It For Evil, Rather Than Inspiration For Good.