God Made Us In His Own Image

The Very Longing For Contentment That Ought To Drive Us To Simplicity Of Life And Labors Of Love Contents Itself Instead With The Broken Cisterns Of Prosperity And Comfort.

He Shook My Dozing Soul And Threw The Cold Water Of Reality In My Face, So That Life And God And Heaven And Hell Broke Into My World With Glory And Horror. (on Cs Lewis)

Giving In A Regular, Disciplined, Generous Way-up To And Beyond The Tithe-is Simply Good Sense In View Of The Promises Of God.

O That We Would So Love The Gospel And Have So Much Compassion For Lost People That Tribulation And Distress And Persecution And Famine And Nakedness And Danger And Sword And Gun And Terrorist Would Turn Us Not Into Fearful Complainers, But Bold Heralds Of Good News.

God Took The Record Of All Your Sins-all Your Sexual Failures-that Made You A Debtor To Wrath, And Instead Of Holding Them Up In Front Of Your Face And Using Them As The Warrant To Send You To Hell, He Put Them In The Palm Of His Son’s Hand And Nailed Them To The Cross.