- Honk, honk, slice, splash, stop, start. Thick traffic. Teeming rain. My seven-year-old Volkswagen jerked along the freeway like a bug on sticky tape. Problems droned angrily around in my head. For weeks I'd been pouring all my hopes and energy into preparing an interior design presentation for a fat-cat client, and I'd just learned that I'd lost the job to a competitor. But your biggest mistake, Linda, I scolded myself, was counting on the money. When will you learn not to assume?
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- If we could summarize all of this in a song, I think we could do no better than this one: When I survey the wondrous cross on which the Prince of glory died; My richest gain I count but loss, and pour contempt on all my pride.Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast save in the death of Christ, my Lord. The vain things that now tempt me most, I sacrifice them to his blood. Were ev'ry form of nature mine, my gift would still be far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all.
- ("Long long ago, when I was 16, my family gathered in our living room for the annual opening of Christmas presents. Although my parents were not materialistic types, the fact that there were five children, generally a foster child or two, and a handful of relatives visiting on Christmas morning meant that the pile of presents under the tree always appeared gargantuan to young eyes, full of promise and excitement about good things to come...")
- ("Some of the greatest messages in life come from the most difficult situations. This past week I have had occasion to re-read letters from four of my favorite heroes: Dietrich Bonhoeffer, Nelson Mandela, Martin Luther King, Jr., and St. Paul. And, I was struck with the realization that some of their greatest writings came not from their positions of leadership and power but from their dark and lonely days in prison...")
- ("There's a book about the history of military drill called Keeping Together in Time. In a sense I'm suggesting that we too need to march together in time, or in step, with Jesus. It turns out that the roots of the drill lie in prehistoric hunting dances...")
- (includes several quotes)