Sometimes luck put a man in the right place at the right time. Sometimes, a good friend. But more often than not, Daniel mused, it was the providence of God and His never-ending grace.

Finding a seat in the back, she worshipped with the early service congregation, eyes closed, arms held wide, her heart offering it all to the One who wooed her with love and grace. Unconditional and uncompromising. Perfectly done on His part, not so much hers. But

Sometimes it does a chap's heart good to rescue a beautiful woman. Makes him remember why God rescued him.

I would like everyone to feel loved by the God who gave his son for us and showed us his boundless love. I want everyone to feel the joy of being Christian.

I am a Christian.

In the Credo the Church bows before that God Whom we did not seek and find—Who rather has sought and found us.

Say, heavenly pow'rs, where shall we find such love? Which of ye will be mortal to redeem man's mortal crime, and just th' unjust to save.

The emphasis to-day is being put on the fact that we have to save men; we have not. We have to exalt the Saviour Who saves men, and then make disciples in His Name.

Dead men do not cooperate with grace. Unless regeneration takes place first, there is no possibility of faith.

Salvation is not a plan; it's a Man.

The man who, despite the teaching of Scripture, tries to pray without a Savior, insults the deity.

What better evidence could there be of a man's salvation than that he offers to others the grace he himself has received?