Women And God Are The Two Rocks

No Man Ever Progressed To Greatness And Goodness But Through Great Mistakes.

And Now Because You Are His Child, Live As A Child Of God; Be Redeemed From The Life Of Evil, Which Is False To Your Nature, Into The Life Of Goodness, Which Is The Truth Of Your Being. Scorn All That Is Mean; Hate All That Is False; Struggle With All That Is Impure Live The Simple, Lofty Life Which Befits An Heir Of Immortality.

The Mistake We Make Is To Look For A Source Of Comfort In Ourselves: Self-contemplation, Instead Of Gazing Upon God. In Other Words, We Look For Comfort Precisely Where Comfort Never Can Be.

Every Day His Servants Are Dying Modestly And Peacefully--not A Word Of Victory On Their Lips; But Christ's Deep Triumph In Their Hearts--watching The Slow Progress Of Their Own Decay, And Yet So Far Emancipated From Personal Anxiety That They Are Still Able To Think And Plan For Others, Not Knowing That They Are Doing Any Great Thing. They Die, And The World Hears Nothing Of Them; And Yet Theirs Was The Completest Victory. They Came To The Battle Field, The Field To Which They Had Been Looking Forward All Their Lives, And The Enemy Was Not To Be Found. There Was No Foe To Fight With.

Christ's Miracles Were Vivid Manifestations To The Senses That He Is The Saviour Of The Body--and Now As Then The Issues Of Life And Death Are In His Hands--that Our Daily Existence Is A Perpetual Miracle. The Extraordinary Was Simply A Manifestation Of God's Power In The Ordinary.