Quotemeal for Sunday, September 4, 1955

"To be forged upon the anvil of God's purpose, to be at once His hammer, His tongs, and His molten iron; to hear words that rend the heart, see visions that pierce the chest; to be emptied like an urn, again and again and again until one desires only rest, only an end to the refilling — and to know one cannnot live without the refilling. To be given words that one dare not speak, and to feel those words churning and boiling in the belly until one must speak them aloud, or die. To be despised, soon or late, by everyone except Adonai — and to desire it so, while hating it. This is to be a prophet."

— Thom Lemmons

More Quotemeal

"Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds."

— William Shakespeare —

"Help us to help each other, Lord,|Each other's cross to bear,|Let each his friendly aid afford,|And feel his brother's care."

— Charles Wesley —

"If people only knew how they might cheer some lonely heart or lift up some drooping spirit, or speak some word that shall be lasting in its effects for all..."

— Dwight L. Moody —