A real Christian in an odd number anyway. He feels supreme love for One whom he has never seen, talks familiarly every day to Someone he cannot see, expects to go to heaven on the virtue of Another, empties himself in order to be full, admits he is wrong so he can be declared right, goes down in order to get up, is strongest when he is weakest, richest when he is poorest, and happiest when he feels worst. He dies so he can live, forsakes in order to have, gives away so he can keep, sees the invisible, hears the inaudible, and knows that which passes knowledge.

Let a man set his heart only on doing the will of God and he is instantly free. No one can hinder him.

Pure Christianity, instead of being shaped by its environment, actually stands in sharp opposition to it.

The sacred page is not meant to be the end, but only the means toward the end, which is knowing God Himself.

You can be straight as a gun barrel theologically, and as empty as one spiritually.

And what kind of habitation pleases God? What must our natures be like before he can feel at home within us? He asks nothing but a pure heart and a single mind. He asks no rich paneling, no rugs from the Orient, no art treasures from afar. He desires but sincerity, transparency, humility, and love. He will see to the rest.

I like Easter. But let's remember that Christ's resurrection is not truer at Easter than at any other time of the year.