Gold and silver luster, & then rust. Only the rust can be the evidence for the reckoning that they do not last.

No one ever likes war. We are generally too prone, much too prone to avoid it. Even to the battle of daily spiritual warfare, we make ourselves blind. So much pollution is going on, giving place to vices. Even charming vices, those vices in good taste. So much indulged. To ignore this reality is to be at our peril.

Make me acutely aware of the indwelling sin which continues to live in my heart, and correct myself if my understanding has been deceived.