Most of us like things the way we are used to having them.... What is to be our attitude on the mission field? Are we free to try to have things the way we would like them...? Or ought we to attempt... to conform to the way of life of the people among whom we live?

We say we want to be like Christ.... But what do we mean by being like Christ? Are we not in danger of getting into our vision of it, merely an easy kind of life, a gentle piety, a dainty charity, a fashionable holiness, a pleasing service?

There appeared... letters in blazing light, as plain as the handwriting on the wall in the house of Nebuchadnezzar. They appeared just above the group of little faces. The message slowly spelled out, "India's helpless little ones are calling you."

It seemed a waste of precious life when Jesus died so young, and in such shame.... He lost His life, but that seed became the world's hope and joy. We understand it now. Christianity is the outcome of that "waste." Heaven is the fruit of the Redeemer's sacrifice.

The sick landlady praised the servant, "He takes care of me like a son, and he is a wise man. He persuaded my husband to let him put up a stove in the kitchen.... Others barely do what they are told to; this one does the needed things without being told."

Will you be to Christ the partner of His throne or a vomit-inducing emetic? A Militant or a Chocolate Christian? Will you fear or will you fight? Shall your brethren go to war and shall you sit here? When He comes, shall He find faith on the earth?

...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.