They Did Nothing Wrong Their Time Here

I Need Christ, Not Something That Resembles Him.

Who Can Duly Adore That Love Which Will Open The High Gates To A Prodigal Who Is Brought In Kicking, Struggling, Resentful, And Darting His Eyes In Every Direction For A Chance Of Escape? The Words Compelle Intrare, Compel Them To Come In, Have Been So Abused By Wicked Men That We Shudder At Them; But, Properly Understood, They Plumb The Depth Of The Divine Mercy. The Hardness Of God Is Kinder Than The Softness Of Man, And His Compulsion Is Our Liberation.

If God Had Granted All The Silly Prayers I've Made In My Life, Where Should I Be Now?

Golly,' Said Edmund Under His Breath, 'he's A Retired Star.

All Names Will Soon Be Restored To Their Proper Owners.