... and over that side of the island all their sacred men were at work trying to kill me by their (magical) arts. Messengers arrived from every quarter of the island, inquiring anxiously about my health, and wondering if I was not feeling sick.

This is strength this is peace to feel, in entering on every day, that all its duties and trials have been committed to the Lord Jesus - that, come what may, He will use us for His own glory and our real good!

Nothing so clears the vision and lifts up the life, as a decision to move forward in what you know to be entirely the will of the Lord.

If I die here in Glasgow, I shall be eaten by worms If I can but live and die serving the Lord Jesus, it will make no difference to me whether I am eaten by cannibals or by worms for in the Great Day my resurrection body will arise as fair as yours in the likeness of our risen Redeemer.