Twenty-five years old this day. 'Bless the Lord, O my soul,' for all His goodness. Man is immortal till his work is done. Use me in Thy service alone, blessed Saviour.

I entreat you to leave your work at home to the many who are ready to undertake it, and to come forth yourselves to reap this field now white to the harvest.

My heart burns for the deliverance of Africa.

Our hearts are breaking... We are lonely and deserted, sad and sick.

This day last year Livingstone died-a Scotsman and a Christian, loving God and his neighbour in the heart of Africa. Go thou and do likewise!

May you travel on your destiny path.

You can tell a good friends in bad times

But come on, like she hadn't seen every aisle in his grocery store already?

You can't play the same game every day for years. New games are key.

Marygreen did not change in sixteen years. It had changed little enough in the past two years.

The magical dust of Christmas glittered on the cheeks of humanity ever so briefly, reminding us of what is worth having and what we were intended to be.

When I hear my first album today I hear myself reading my rhymes but I'm my worst critic.

A good friend doesn't try to break up a fight. A good friend comes in with a flying kick.

I'm not a media darling. I'm forever the outsider, for whatever the reason is.

The unthinkable is thinkable. No: likely.