The Reason Why Christ Is Unknown Today

Every Breath Of Air And Ray Of Light And Heat, Every Beautiful Prospect, Is, As It Were, The Skirts Of The (angel's) Garments, The Waving Robes Of Those Whose Faces See God.

Dear Lord...shine Through Me, And Be So In Me That Every Soul I Come In Contact With May Feel Your Presence In My Soul...let Me Thus Praise You In The Way You Love Best, By Shining On Those Around Me.

To Be Deep In History, Is To Cease To Be Protestant.

Two And Two Only Supreme And Luminously Self-evident Beings, Myself And My Creator.

This Is What The Church Is Said To Want, Not Party Men, But Sensible, Temperate, Sober, Well-judging Persons, To Guide It Through The Channel Of No-meaning, Between The Scylla And Charybdis Of Aye And No.