He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose.
Rest in this - it is His business to lead, command, impel, send, call... It is your business to obey, follow, move, respond.
God always gives His best to those who leave the choice with him.
God, I pray Thee, light these idle sticks of my life and may I burn for Thee. Consume my life, my God, for it is Thine. I seek not a long life, but a full one, like you, Lord Jesus.
The will of God is always a bigger thing than we bargain for, but we must believe that whatever it involves, it is good, acceptable and perfect.
Live every day as if the Son of Man were at the door, and gear your thinking to the fleeting moment. Just how can it be redeemed? Walk as if the next step would carry you across the threshold of Heaven. Pray. That saint who advances on his knees never retreats.
Forgive me for being so ordinary while claiming to know so extraordinary a God.
Lord, give me firmness without hardness, steadfastness without dogmatism, love without weakness.
When it comes time to die, make sure that all you have to do is die.
Father, make of me a crisis man. Bring those I contact to decision. Let me not be a milepost on a single road; make me a fork, that men must turn one way or another on facing Christ in me.
Wherever you are - be all there.
God is still on His throne, we're still on His 'footstool,' and there's only a knee's distance between!
Our young men are going into the professional fields because they don't 'feel called' to the mission field. We don't need a call; we need a kick in the pants. We must begin thinking in terms of 'going out,' and stop our weeping because 'they won't come in.' Who wants to step into an igloo? The tombs themselves are not colder than the churches. May God send us forth.
It's hard to steer a parked car.
Lord, make my way prosperous not that I achieve high station, but that my life be an exhibit to the value of knowing God.
Wherever you are, be all there! Live to the hilt every situation you believe to be the will of God.
He is no fool who parts with that which he cannot keep, when he is sure to be recompensed with that which he cannot lose.
He makes His ministers a flame of fire. Am I ignitible? God deliver me from the dread asbestos of 'other things.' Saturate me with the oil of the Spirit that I may be aflame. But flame is transient, often short lived. Canst thou bear this, my soul - short life? ... Make me thy fuel, Flame of God.
Father, let me be weak that I might loose my clutch on everything temporal. My life, my reputation, my possessions, Lord, let me loose the tension of the grasping hand. Even, Father, would I lose the love of fondling. How often I have released a grasp only to retain what I prized by 'harmless' longing, the fondling touch. Rather, open my hand to received the nail of Calvary, as Christ's was opened- that I, releasing all, might be released, unleashed from all that binds me now. He thought Heaven, yea, equality with God, not a thing to be clutched at. So let me release my grasp.
That saint who advances on his knees never retreats.
So many missionaries, intent on doing something, forget that His main work is to make something of them.
In my own experience I have found that the most extravagant dreams of boyhood have not surpassed the great experience of being in the Will of God, and I believe that nothing could be better. That is not to say that I do not want other things, and other ways of living, and other places to see, but in my right mind I know that my hopes and plans for myself could not be any better than He has arranged and fulfilled them. Thus may we all find it, and know the truth of the Word which says, He will be our guide even until death.
If we are the sheep of His pasture, remember that sheep are headed for the altar.
Children are arrows in a quiver, and they are to be trained as missionaries and shot at the Devil.
Always seek peace between your heart and God, but in this world, always be careful to remain ever-restless, never satisfied, and always abounding in the work of the Lord.
