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Spiritual progress is like detoxification. Things have to come up in order to be released. Once we have asked to read more
Spiritual progress is like detoxification. Things have to come up in order to be released. Once we have asked to be healed, then our unhealed places are forced to the surface.
Gods are fragile things; they may be killed by a whiff of science or a dose of common sense.
Gods are fragile things; they may be killed by a whiff of science or a dose of common sense.
I believe God is managing affairs and that He doesn't need any advice from me. With God in charge, I read more
I believe God is managing affairs and that He doesn't need any advice from me. With God in charge, I believe everything will work out for the best in the end. So what is there to worry about.
The minister's brain is often the "poor-box" of the church.
The minister's brain is often the "poor-box" of the church.
With the power of conviction, there is no sacrifice.
With the power of conviction, there is no sacrifice.
If people would forget about utopia! When rationalism destroyed heaven and decided to set it up here on earth, that read more
If people would forget about utopia! When rationalism destroyed heaven and decided to set it up here on earth, that most terrible of all goals entered human ambition. It was clear there'd be no end to what people would be made to suffer for it.
It will yet be the proud boast of women that they never contributed a line to the Bible.
It will yet be the proud boast of women that they never contributed a line to the Bible.
I know that most men, including those at ease with problems of the greatest complexity, can seldom accept even the read more
I know that most men, including those at ease with problems of the greatest complexity, can seldom accept even the simplest and most obvious truth if it be such as would oblige them to admit the falsity of conclusions which they have delighted in explaining to colleagues, which they have proudly taught to others, and which they have woven, thread by thread, into the fabric of their lives.
The wolf was sick, he vowed a monk to be: But when he got well, a wolf once more was read more
The wolf was sick, he vowed a monk to be: But when he got well, a wolf once more was he.
