Journal Entry. First of October, 2026th. 11AM And the rib, which the LORD God had taken from man, made he a woman, and brought her unto the man. Genesis 2:22 Every time I behold my wife laboring tirelessly in the kitchen; every time she brings food unto me at my table; every time I hear that deep sigh which sometimes escapes her beneath the weight of her ailments; every time I look upon the food her hands have prepared; every time I behold her silently while she sleeps; and every time mine eyes fall upon those same hands which have fed and cared for me these two-and-thirty years, I am humbled before the Lord. How hath He put such a heart into this little, frail creature? Four children have we. Four lives hath she borne the daily burden of raising; and now, after all these years, she continues quietly to bear me also. Much of what I am enabled presently to do, I do because she hath willingly taken upon herself the heavier end of the load. Whilst I go about those things whi...

Journal Entry. The 5th of July, 2026th. 1:05AM I had always persuaded myself that to let go was impossible, until God was pleased to show me that it was not. Through all those years wherein I lived in sin, and even afterward, when the outward thing had ceased but the sin continued its life within my mind, this remembrance remained with me. Yet the LORD, in His own time, brought me unto a place of entire surrender; and I can truly say that I regret nothing which I surrendered there. Had the memory of it been some material thing which I could hold in my hands, I think I should long ago have cast it unto the sea, never to reach for it again. But it was not in my hands. It was in me. And there it clung like leprosy. It required the power of God to free both my heart and mind—not by causing me to forget, but by causing me to behold Christ as greater. Incomparably greater. I cannot number the times I besought God to take this thing away from me. Again and again I desired only tha...

The love of Christ toward little children is a thing beyond our measuring, and methinks beyond our telling also. Yet something of that same love constraineth His servants to bring these little ones unto the knowledge of Him, that they also might know there is a love more real, more enduring, and greater than all the troubles which this poor world can lay upon them. The place wherein the Lord hath appointed us to serve is poor, and in many respects broken. The children themselves bear something of this brokenness; and often, when I behold them, I am made sensible how very little we are able to do for them. Yet the little is ours to do; the multiplying belongeth unto God.  We may teach them, sit beside them, pray for them, show them kindness, and continually point them unto Christ. But we cannot give one child spiritual understanding, neither can we cause the smallest seed of truth to take root within the heart. We may prepare the soil, but we cannot command life from it. ...

A dear brother, himself a fruit of the work, took it upon him this day to preach Christ in two separate places. I bless the L ORD for such zeal in men, and it rejoiceth me greatly to behold one who hath received the Word beginning himself to carry it unto others. Yet I have lived long enough not to expect more from such beginnings than is necessary. In this work the end is of greater consequence than the beginning. Many may begin with heat who afterward grow cold; and therefore, whilst I rejoice, I would rather pray than presume. May it please the LORD to bless this dear brother with brokenness, with need, and with emptiness. These are good markings of vessels fit for the Master's use: men who have learned that they possess nothing in themselves, and therefore must continually go unto Christ for everything. We have more than enough supposed men of God who have words, learning, reputation, and yet are void of power.  What we greatly need are men with the fire of the Holy...

Isang awit ng pasasalamat. Madaling araw, nang ako'y magising sa sakit dala ng karamdaman. Pakinggan mo, langit, ang aking sasabihin, unawain mo, lupa, ang aking bibigkasin. Pumatak nawang gaya ng ulan ang aking ituturo, ang salita ko nawa'y tulad ng hamog na namumuo; upang halama'y diligan at damo'y tumubo. Sapagkat si Yahweh ay aking pupurihin, ang kanyang pangalan ay inyong dakilain. Deuteronomio 32:1-3

T he Lord's Day is the most laborious and strenuous day of all the week for me. How differently did I once spend it! When we were yet in religion, our concern after the accustomed duties were ended was where the family should spend the remainder of the day, what cinema we should attend, or at which fine restaurant we should eat. Thus I thought to render somewhat unto God, and reserve the rest unto ourselves. I saw no great contradiction in it then. Having done those things which I accounted Christian, I persuaded myself that I had done God service, and the remaining hours might therefore be disposed of according to our own pleasure. I grievously decided what portion of the day God should receive, and was altogether insensible both to the command and to the duty of the day. Religion had received its portion, and self-indulgence might have what remained. How little did I understand that I was still my own master, even whilst imagining myself to be serving God. This late evening...

T hese photographs were sent unto me by dear saints who have likewise taken up the practice of copying the Holy Scriptures with their own hands. It rejoices me much to behold them thus employed, slowly committing the Word of God unto paper, line after line and word after word. There is, I am persuaded, much sweetness and profit in the exercise. It constrains the hurried soul to become still before the sacred text. The eye reads the word, the tongue pronounces it, the ear receives it, and the hand afterward writes it down; and thus the senses are gathered, as it were, about one table, there to feast together upon that which God hath spoken. Bind them upon thy fingers, write them upon the table of thine heart. Proverbs 7:3 How easily do we read and yet scarcely stay long enough to consider what we have read! But here the hand travels slowly, and not so hurriedly as the wandering mind. We are made to linger over the words; and many a little thing which might otherwise have escap...