I THINK the moments we are nearest to heaven are those we spend at the Lord’s table.

We may be certain that whatever God has made prominent in His Word, He intended to be conspicuous in our lives.

Do what you may, strive as earnestly as you can, live as excellently as you please, make what sacrifices you choose, be as eminent as you can for everything that is lovely and of good repute, yet none of these things can be pleaseing to God unless they be mixed with faith.

I note that some whom I greatly love and esteem, who are, in my judgment, among the very choicest of God's people, nevertheless, travel most of the way to heaven by night.

Without the Spirit of God, we can do nothing. We are as ships without wind. We are useless.

There is a general kind of praying which fails for lack of precision. It is as if a regiment of soldiers should all fire off their guns anywhere. Possibly somebody would be killed, but the majority of the enemy would be missed.

Do not rest, believer, until you have full assurance of your interest in Jesus.