Ninety-five percent of our wool is going to China.

We wouldn't think of rising in the morning without a face-wash, but we often neglect that purgative cleansing of the Word of the Lord. It wakes us up to our responsibility.

The Lord has done what I wanted Him to do this week. I wanted, primarily, peace about going into pioneer Indian work. And as I analyze my feelings now, I feel quite at ease about saying that tribal work in South American jungles is the general direction of my missionary purpose.

Now, over 90 percent of Taiwanese notebook production is being churned out in China.

It's like ripped wool,

Feast of Stephen, Deacon, First Martyr, the man who will not act until he knows all will never act at all.