Gather my thoughts, good Lord, they fitful roam, 
Like children bent on foolish wandering, 
Or vanity of fruitless wayfaring;
O call them home.

When we are unkindly and unjustly accused, perhaps just when we have been helping someone, how do we react?  Perhaps there is not time for a long prayer in that moment of quick temptation, but there is always time for a look up to Him.  ‘Thy sweetness, Lord. Thy peace, Lord.’

If the candle of love is shining, then even though it is only a little candle it gives light to all who are in the house.

When the devil tries to get you to behave as a Christian should not, show your banners – show your colours. ‘I am Christ’s.  I can’t do that.’

Don’t let any one of us think, ‘It doesn’t matter about me’.  It does matter about you.

His name meant Shining.  Most of us have sometimes to do with camels, sometimes with asses, but oftenest, thank God, with the flocks of the Good Shepherd.

I am glad that we do not have to fight with asses, but we certainly have to look after them sometimes.  

Sometimes it is in the smallest, most unseen things that Christ comes and says:  ‘See in it a chance to die.  Die to your own will, to your own thoughts and opinions, to your I in all its little private preferences.’

I expect he sometimes found leading better than driving, and so sometimes shall we.  God give His Obils patience to deal with their camels.

Let us praise before we see.  Let us thank our Lord for trusting us to trust Him.