Thoughts

A mother had taught her little boy, “The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want,” as a morning text, and in the evening she asked him if he could repeat it. He immediately complied with, “The Lord is my Shepherd, so I don't want it.” ...

Art thou hiding thyself away from Him who would send thee forth to do His own blessed work in His own way? Oh, let me say to thee this morning, "The Lord hath need of thee." ...

The life of Jesus was one long martyrdom. From Bethlehem’s manger to Calvary’s cross, there was scarce one break in the clouds; these gathered more darkly and ominously around him...

We are to be rewarded, not only for work done, but for burdens borne...

“My grace is sufficient for thee” is a favourite text and a blessed one, but is it greatly understood? The circumstances are unchanged, but you are changed...

Beloved, have you fallen? Have you erred? Have you backslidden? Have you lost the sweet sense of divine favor, the happy consciousness of acceptance with God? If so, what are you to do? ...

Love likes to be trusted. Let us ever remember this. No one need imagine that he is honoring Jesus by standing afar off on the plea of unworthiness...

No right-minded Christian would wish to be useless, but usefulness may usurp the place of devotedness ...

When my little son was about ten years old, his grandmother promised him a stamp collecting album for Christmas. Christmas came and went with no stamp album and no word from Grandma ...

There is always room higher in the hills. When the valleys are full of Canaanites, whose mighty iron chariots are slowing your progress, go up to the hills ...