
Tell of the boy with the demon
Dominate, destroy, despair
The father grieving for his son
Can Jesus help, does He care?
Hear Jesus call him to believe
There’s nothing He cannot do
So now in your life just believe
Trust Him down on your knees too
Tell me the story of Jesus
Write on my heart ev’ry word
Tell me the story most precious
That I might live what I’ve heard
(Some words in chorus by Fanny Crosby,
to the tune of “Tell Me the Story of Jesus”)
Kindness is the hands of love, with the mind of Christ.
From the fact that prayer is so urgently commanded, we ought to conclude that we should by no means despise our prayers, but rather prize them highly.
Holiness comes from Christ. It is the result of vital union with Him. It is the fruit of being a living branch of the True Vine.
Impatience is the thorn bush that grows in the soil of pride. Pride is all about us – our desire, our preference, and our convenience reside at the center of our universe. Others revolve around us. When people don’t do what we want, when we want we react with irritation – sometimes contained in resentment and bitterness, sometimes expressed in rage and venom.