Instruction Ends In The Schoolroom, But Education

This Is The Ministry And Its Work--not To Drill Hearts And Minds And Consciences Into Right Forms Of Thought And Mental Postures, But To Guide To The Living God Who Speaks.

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.

This Is The True Liberty Of Christ, When A Free Man Binds Himself In Love To Duty. Not In Shrinking From Our Distasteful Occupations, But In Fulfilling Them, Do We Realize Our High Origin.

Poetry Creates Life; Science Dissects Death.

I Read Hard, Or Not At All; Never Skimming, Never Turning Aside To Merely Inciting Books; And Plato, Aristotle, Butler, Thucydides, Sterne, Jonathan Edwards, Have Passed Like The Iron Atoms Of The Blood Into My Mental Constitution.