When I Try, I Fail.

All Through The Short Afternoon They Kept Coming, The People Who Counted Themselves Father's Friends. Young And Old, Poor And Rich, Scholarly Gentlemen And Illiterate Servant Girls—only To Father Did It Seem That They Were All Alike. That Was Father's Secret: Not That He Overlooked The Differences In People; That He Didn't Know They Were There.

Mama's Love Had Always Been The Kind That Acted Itself Out With Soup Pot And Sewing Basket. But Now That These Things Were Taken Away, The Love Seemed As Whole As Before. She Sat In Her Chair At The Window And Loved Us. She Loved The People She Saw In The Street-- And Beyond: Her Love Took In The City, The Land Of Holland, The World. And So I Learned That Love Is Larger Than The Walls Which Shut It In.

Whenever We Cannot Love In The Old, Human Way . . . God Can Give Us The Perfect Way.

A Man Is Powerful On His Knees.

I Prayed To Dispel My Fear, Until Suddenly, And I Do Not Know How The Idea Came To Me, I Began To Pray For Others. I Prayed For Everyone Who Came Into My Thoughts - - People With Whom I Had Traveled, Those Who Had Been In Prison With Me, My School Friends Of Years Ago. I Do Not Know How Long I Continued My Prayer, But This I Do Know - - My Fear Was Gone! Interceding For Others Had Released Me!