We Will Wait. We Will Wait Till

No One Will Be Able To Rise To The Magnificence Of The Missionary Cause Who Does Not Feel The Magnificence Of Christ.

The Chief End Of Missions Is The Supremacy Of God In The Joy Of All Peoples.

Not Grace To Bar What Is Not Bliss, Nor Flight From All Distress, But This: The Grace That Orders Our Trouble And Pain, And Then, In The Darkness, Is There To Sustain.

The Really Wonderful Moments Of Joy In This World Are Not The Moments Of Self-satisfaction, But Self-forgetfulness. Standing On The Edge Of The Grand Canyon And Contemplating Your Own Greatness Is Pathological. At Such Moments We Are Made For A Magnificent Joy That Comes From Outside Ourselves.

To See Him And Know Him And Be In His Presence Is The Soul’s Final Feast. Beyond This There Is No Quest. Words Fail. We Call It Pleasure, Joy, Delight. But These Are Weak Pointers To The Unspeakable Experience.