We need to have our lips touched with a coal from God’s altar because of the things we say which we shouldn’t say and the things we don’t say which we should say.
It is possible to work in a bakery and lose one’s appetite for bread. What is our living is not always our life. We can become so familiar with the coinage of spiritual truth that we rarely examine it to see whose image and superscription may be thereupon. Tending the vineyards of others, we may neglect our own.