Love "endureth all things." What?... Does God really have grace for me to love my little sister who cut two big holes in a cross-stitch that took two years to complete?!... If He loved [the Jews who crucified Him], can not I find grace in my heart to love her?

We do not for one moment deny that there is a gift of tongues.... I would not dare do as many brethren, who denounce the entire Tongues movement as of the devil. I have found some of these people nearer heaven than some who oppose them.

God values your soul so highly that He gave His own Son to bear your sin and its penalty: to be reviled, defamed, cursed, put to shame and contempt, and slaughtered in crucifixion. What an immense price for your soul!

Very few Christians reach such an intimacy with our dear Lord as to receive and appreciate His individual feelings. Jesus is an infinite lover, and nothing will satisfy Him but a pure, sacred, passionate, and personal love.

He heard a voice call his name, "Martin!" Intuitively, he felt aware of the identity of the speaker. "Martin, you have longed to see Me. Tomorrow I shall pass by your window. If you see Me and bid Me enter, I shall be your guest and sit at your table."

"Don't you think it would be better to keep busy trying to serve others, rather than getting into trouble for being a pest?" Grandpa said to Edward, his eyes twinkling. "God is pleased when we do hard things patiently. He will help us be kind when others are cross."

Terry noticed a brush pile next to the lawn. There were probably snakes living in it, Terry thought.... "Miss Richardson," said Terry, "there are snakes in that pile of brush!" "Terry," Miss Richardson replied, "the only snake around here is the one in your ear!"

The bicycle seat just fit them both, but it was hard to keep balanced. It wavered back and forth down the driveway.... Suddenly the pedals jammed and the bike screeched and fell over. Rosie's elbow hurt, but Emma was screaming like her leg was broken.

As he helped his father get ready for the feast, Ethan kept wondering who the Rabbi was after all. While they were working on their booth, he got up the courage to ask, "Father, do you really think the Rabbi is the Messiah? Is he our conqueror, or not?"

"Chase is a wild and selfish kitten right now," Mom replied. "But if you get mad when she is naughty, she will be frightened of you. You must work to win her trust." Mom smiled. "If you take time to love her, she will learn to love you."

"Won't fight, huh." Eric gave his twisted arm a yank which brought another cry of pain from Johnny. "When I tell you to fight, you better fight! Or you'll wish you had," he continued grimly. Peter laughed with glee. "Get him, Eric. He's too scared to fight!"

To walk in love—to speak, to act, to purpose, with the love of God pervading our every movement—is the best and sublimest form of existence. To do this there must be a thorough abandonment of self-will, self-opinion, and self-desire.

What is the secret? When does the song begin? What is it that gives to the believer in God this quenchless joy? In the record of the opening of the temple by Hezekiah we find a sentence which suggests the answer.