Nature never writes a blind hand.
Death always waits. The door of the hearse is never closed.
God's people should plan for a voyage of a thousand years, but be prepared to abandon ship tonight.
Supporting a murderous political agenda with such an argument is tragic!
Jesus Christ didnt commit the gospel to an advertising agency; He commissioned disciples. And He didnt command them to put up signs and pass out tracts; He said that they would be His witnesses.
Death is the great adventure beside which moon landings and space trips pale in insignificance.
The sun shines upon good and bad alike.
My heroes and heroines are often unlikely people who are dragged into situations without meaning to become involved, or people with a past that has never quite left them. They are often isolated, introspective people, often confrontational or anarchic in some way, often damaged or secretly unhappy or incomplete.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar.
I can still memory - taste the fresh buttermilk pancakes and hot buttermilk biscuits - both made with lard! - that were cooked on the top, or in the oven, of that ancient iron stove.