When I pastored a country church, a farmer didn't like the sermons I preached on hell. He said, "Preach about read more

When I pastored a country church, a farmer didn't like the sermons I preached on hell. He said, "Preach about the meek and lowly Jesus." I said, "That's where I got my information about hell.".

Due to technical difficulties the light at the end of the tunnel will be off until further notice.

Due to technical difficulties the light at the end of the tunnel will be off until further notice.

...the mind is conscious, but conscious of nothing - I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope read more

...the mind is conscious, but conscious of nothing - I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: so the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.

Loss and possession, Death and life are one. There falls no shadow where There shines no sun.

Loss and possession, Death and life are one. There falls no shadow where There shines no sun.

In this world, man is a target of death, an easy prey to calamities, here every morsel and every draught read more

In this world, man is a target of death, an easy prey to calamities, here every morsel and every draught is liable to choke one, here one never receives a favour until he loses another instead, here every additional day in one's life is a day reduced from the total span of his existence, when death is the natural outcome of life, how can we expect immortality?

I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is read more

I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter.

It is extraordinary how the house and the simplest possessions of someone who has been left become so quickly sordid. read more

It is extraordinary how the house and the simplest possessions of someone who has been left become so quickly sordid. Even the stain on the coffee cup seems not coffee but the physical manifestation of one's inner stain, the fatal blot that from the beginning had marked one for ultimate aloneness.

Either this man is dead
or my watch has stopped.

Either this man is dead
or my watch has stopped.

Death is life's way of telling you you've been fired.

Death is life's way of telling you you've been fired.