We may search long to find where God is, but we shall find Him in those who keep the words of Christ. For the Lord Christ saith, "If any man love me, he will keep my words; and we will make our abode with him."
A consistent Christian may not have rapture; he has that which is much better than rapture—calmness—God's serene and perpetual presence.
I believe that into the weakest, saddest heart that opens to receive this Divine Guest, the Father and the Son will come and abide; and the exalted joy that abiding brings, what words can express! The Divine dwelling in the human, the Infinite in the finite, how marvelous! how glorious! This must be the real foretaste of heavenly joy the truest heaven we can know on earth.
Nothing with God can be accidental.
History is the revelation of providence.
The Providence that watches over the affairs of men works out of their mistakes, at times, a healthier issue than could have been accomplished by their wisest forethought.
There's a divinity that shapes our ends
Rough-hew them how we will.
