Part of the heartache of all missionary work is the bright promising convert who turns out to be a mere puffball, crumbling like a macaroon under the least pressure.

I believe that in each generation God has called enough men and women to evangelize all the yet unreached tribes of the earth. It is not God who does not call. It is man who will not respond!

We need to look resolutely away from the impossibilities and to the Lord. His help will come.

Did you think that the missionary path was all glory? Than you have not read of God's greatest Messenger to earth, who sat and wept over Jerusalem, crying out, ʻI would... but ye would not.ʼ

When I get to Heaven they aren't going to see much of me but my heels, for I'll be hanging over the golden wall keeping an eye on the Lisu Church!

We are blessed with a finite life, but our imaginations are infinite.

You are worthy. Don’t be lazy.

Words that defy reality are ominous. And it’s ominous reality that confronts those who would obscure the wise and worthy.

We write to embrace the sacred thoughts.

All creatures are capable of darkness, but not all choose to succumb to it.

That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered.

The righteous ones are always exhausting to have around.

Our future depends on how we understand the past.

Christ's crucifix shall be made an excuse for executing criminals.