I preach, I teach, I counsel using words. People often pay particular attention on the chance that God may be using my words to speak to them. I have a responsibility to use words accurately and well. But it isn't easy. I live in a world where words are used carelessly by some, cunningly by others.
Good things are hard to keep.
The rose is good, and tells its secret in perfume. But God is in-finitely good, and therefore infinitely loving. God could not keep, as it were, the secret of His love, and the telling of it was creation. In his holy flirtation with the world, God occasionally drops a handkerchief. These handkerchiefs are called saints.