God has not promised to bless my thoughts, but He has promised to bless His Word.

A real Christian is a person who can give his pet parrot to the town gossip.

You have to decide to servant the gods of materialism all around us or the true and the living God.

Truly, God works in mysterious ways. The wheels of His mercy and justice move quietly, but they do move.

The Bay Area is so beautiful, I hesitate to preach about heaven while I'm here.

In some ways, Christians are homeless. Our true home is waiting for us, prepared by the Lord Jesus Christ.

I never imagined anybody would ever come out to hear me preach. I'm just a country dairy farmer from North Carolina.