Ninety-five Percent Of Our Wool Is Going

Oh, The Fullness, Pleasure, Sheer Excitement Of Knowing God On Earth!

Singleness, Simplicity, Is Required Of Me. One Treasure, A Single Eye, And A Sole Master!

Ninety-five Percent Of Our Wool Is Going To China.

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.

Lord, Give Me Firmness Without Hardness, Steadfastness Without Dogmatism, Love Without Weakness.