One bright and thankful look at the cross is worth a thousand morbid, self-condemning reflections.
The Days Of Heaven The days of heaven are peaceful days, Still as yon glassy sea; So calm, so still in God, our days, As the days of heaven would be. The days of heaven are holy days, From sin forever free; So cleansed and kept our days, O Lord, As the days of heaven would be.
Some people get easily turned aside from the grandeur of their life-work by pursuing their own grievances and enemies, until their life gets turned into one little petty whirl of warfare. It is like a nest of hornets. You may disperse the hornets, but you will probably get terribly stung, and get nothing for your pains, for even their honey is not worth a search.
We do not always feel joyful, but we are always to count it joy.
This is our high calling, to represent Christ, and act in His behalf, and in His character and spirit, under all circumstances and toward all men.
Prayer is the link that connects us to God.