If We Are The Sheep Of His

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.

Dreams Are Tawdry When Compared With The Leading Of God, And Not Worthy Of The Aura Of Wonder We Usually Surround Them With. God Only Doeth Wonders. He Does Nothing Else. His Hand Can Work Nothing Less.

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.

Ps 119:89-91: The Settled Word In Heaven Makes For A Solid Foundation On Earth And A Safe Path For Today.

I Have Prayed For New Men, Fiery, Reckless Men, Possessed Of Uncontrollably Youthful Passion-these Lit By The Spirit Of God. I Have Prayed For New Words, Explosive, Direct, Simple Words. I Have Prayed For New Miracles. Explaining Old Miracles Will Not Do. If God Is To Be Known As The God Who Does Wonders In Heaven And Earth, Then God Must Produce For This Generation. Lord, Fill Preachers And Preaching With Thy Power. How Long Dare We Go On Without Tears, Without Moral Passions, Hatred And Love? Not Long, I Pray, Lord Jesus, Not Long.