I've Spent Too Much Time Giving Speeches,

And All Of A Sudden, All Of My Sins Came Before Me. Everything I Had Ever Done Wrong That I Had Forgotten About Years Ago Came Into My Mind. And I Prayed, Lord, Forgive Me, May The Blood Of Jesus Christ Cleanse Me From All Of My Sins... Not Because Of My Good Works Or Because Of All The Things I Have Tried To Do, But Because The Lord Had Forgiven Me.

The Happiness For Which Our Souls Ache Is One Undisturbed By Success Or Failure, One Which Will Root Deeply Inside Us And Give Inward Relaxation, Peace, And Contentment, No Matter What The Surface Problems May Be. That Kind Of Happiness Stands In Need On No Outward Stimulus.

The Very Purpose Of Christ's Coming Into The World Was That He Might Offer Up His Life As A Sacrifice For The Sins Of Men. He Came To Die. This Is The Heart Of Christmas.

Prayer Is More Than A Wish; It Is The Voice Of Faith Directed To God.

One Response Was Given By The Innkeeper When Mary And Joseph Wanted To Find A Room Where The Child Could Be Born. The Innkeeper Was Not Hostile; He Was Not Opposed To Them, But His Inn Was Crowded; His Hands Were Full; His Mind Was Preoccupied. This Is The Answer That Millions Are Giving Today. Like A Bethlehem Innkeeper, They Cannot Find Room For Christ. All The Accommodations In Their Hearts Are Already Taken Up By Other Crowding Interests. Their Response Is Not Atheism. It Is Not Defiance. It Is Preoccupation And The Feeling Of Being Able To Get On Reasonably Well Without Christianity.