God save us from living in comfort while sinners are sinking into hell!

I know, perhaps as well as anyone, what depression means, and what it is to feel myself sinking lower and lower. Yet at the worst, when I reach the lowest depths, I have an inward peace which no pain or depression can in the least disturb. Trusting in Jesus Christ my Savior, there is still a blessed quietness in the deep caverns of my soul.

Let your tears fall because of sin; but, at the same time, let the eye of faith steadily behold the Son of man lifted up, as Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, that those who are bitten by the old serpent may look unto Jesus and live. Our sinnership is that emptiness into which the Lord pours his mercy.

The grace that does not change my life will not save my soul.

Nobody ever outgrows Scripture; the book widens and deepens with our years.

Inconsistent professing Christians injure the Gospel more than the sneering critic or the heretic.

Home is the grandest of all institutions.