It's Hard To Steer A Parked Car.

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.

It Makes Me Boil When I Think Of The Power We Profess And The Utter Impotency Of Our Action. Believers Who Know One-tenth As Much As We Do Are Doing One-hundred Times More For God, With His Blessing And Our Criticism. Oh If I Could Write It, Preach It, Say It, Paint It, Anything At All, If Only God's Power Would Become Known Among Us.

God, I Pray Light These Idle Sticks Of My Life And May I Burn Up For Thee.

Desire Is The Putting Of My Will Into God’s Concern. It’s Not A Passive, Sitting Back In Your Easy Chair, Folding Your Arms Sort Of Thing, Which Says, 'well, I’m Willing, If God Would Only Give Me A Good Swift Kick And Send Me.' That’s Willingness All Right. But God Doesn’t Want Willingness, He Wants Will! He Wants Your Will Put Behind Those Desires.

When It Comes Time To Die, Make Sure That All You Have To Do Is Die.