Even if you are ill and unable to work, you can do what God’s unnamed servants of old did:  they were chosen to give thanks to the Lord, and so are you.

Never, never did He not hear.  Never was He far away.

Do we ever ask lightly to be forgiven, forgetting the cost of that forgiveness?

God give us the soldier spirit, the spirit that thirsts to be more than conqueror.

The only thing that can hinder a life from telling for Him is the mind that puts self in the centre, and the mind that refuses suffering.

If for any good reason we cannot gather our spiritual food on some particular day, God makes it all right.  But this does not alter the ordinary rule of daily gathering our daily portion.

 I have been making a list of figs, those little things not worth caring about and yet about which we are sometimes tempted to grumble.

Perhaps we shall see the angels first, as I suppose the happy Lazarus did when he was ‘carried by angels’ all the way home.  But that will only be the beginning of joy.