"Can I find, do you think, one answer, one description, which will suit you all—fisherman, mothers, boys and girls, artists, merchants, gentlemen, the old man and the little child? Yes, I can.... Each of you, without exception, might write this—I am a servant.

We can only have spiritual life if Jesus is flowing through us. You see, being a Christian is not following a bunch of rules or trying to be good all the time. We are just branches. We must stay connected to Jesus. That's what "abide" means.

The next day a strange thing happened. God had always taken care of them so that they always had food to eat, even during the hard times of the war. But now no money came in the mail and hardly any food was sent.... Soon they were very hungry.

...Justice came in with bruises and cuts. Reason was right behind him. "He spun out at the end of the driveway and smashed the big clay pot to smithereens!"... "That is terrible!" said the younger sister, and hurried to get a wet wash cloth and band-aids for Justice.

Precious... tossed on her crown of love, but didn't have time to adjust her veil of quietness.... Princess Kind-to-All had planned a party and Precious didn't want to be late. She bounded down the steps... and did not notice her ring fall to the floor.

I saw that they were close upon a terrible place, for mighty cliffs stood above the shore, and they were within a very short distance of a sheer and terrible precipice. "What are you dragging?" I cried to them. And a thousand voices seemed to answer, "A soul! a soul!"