Be On Guard, My Soul, Of Complicating

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.

The Shiny Paint Laid On By Curiosity's Hand Has Worn Off. What Thing Better Can A Man Know Than The Love Of Christ, Which Passes Knowledge?

Father, Take My Life, Yea, My Blood If Thou Wilt, And Consume It With Thine Enveloping Fire. I Would Not Save It, For It Is Not Mine To Save. Have It Lord, Have It All. Pour Out My Life As An Oblation For The World. Blood Is Only Of Value As It Flows Before Thine Altar

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.

Most Laws Condemn The Soul And Pronounce Sentence. The Result Of The Law Of My God Is Perfect. It Condemns But Forgives. It Restores - More Than Abundantly - What It Takes Away.