We Deal With God - Who Is

All Through The Short Afternoon They Kept Coming, The People Who Counted Themselves Father's Friends. Young And Old, Poor And Rich, Scholarly Gentlemen And Illiterate Servant Girls—only To Father Did It Seem That They Were All Alike. That Was Father's Secret: Not That He Overlooked The Differences In People; That He Didn't Know They Were There.

There Is Explosive Power In Virtue.

If Jesus Were Born One Thousand Times In Bethlehem And Not In Me, Then I Would Still Be Lost.

I Would Much Rather Be The Trusting Child Of A Rich Father, Than A Beggar At The Door Of Worldly Men.

Worry Does Not Empty Tomorrow Of Its Sorrow. It Empties Today Of Its Strength.