If We Were Never Depressed We Would

The Secret Of The Missionary Is...i Am His, And He Is Carrying Out His Work Through Me.

When Someone Thinks That To Develop A Holy Life He Must Always Be Alone With God, He Is No Longer Of Any Use To Others.

As Christians We Are Not Out For Our Own Cause At All, We Are Out For The Cause Of God, Which Can Never Be Our Cause. We Do Not Know What God Is After, But We Have To Maintain Our Relationship With Him Whatever Happens.

Patience Has The Meaning Of Testing-a Thing Drawn Out And Tested, Drawn Out To The Last Strand In A Strain Without Breaking, And Ending In Sheer Joy. The Strain On A Violin String When Stretched To The Uttermost Gives It Its Strength; And The Stronger The Strain, The Finer Is The Sound Of Our Life For God, And He Never Strains More Than We Are Able To Bear.

God Never Estimates What We Give From Impulse. We Are Given Credit For What We Determine In Our Hearts To Give; For The Giving That Is Governed By A Fixed Determination. The Spirit Of God Revolutionises Our Philanthropic Instincts. Much Of Our Philanthropy Is Simply The Impulse To Save Ourselves An Uncomfortable Feeling. The Spirit Of God Alters All That. As Saints Our Attitude Towards Giving Is That We Give For Jesus Christ's Sake, And From No Other Motive.