Christ is the great central fact in the world's history. To Him everything looks forward or backward. All the lines of history converge upon Him.

You never hear Jesus say in Pilate's judgement hall one word that would let you imagine that He was sorry that He had undertaken so costly a sacrifice for us. When His hands are pierced, when He is parched with fever, His tongue dried up like a shard of pottery, when His whole body is dissolved into the dust of death, you never hear a groan or a shriek that looks like Jesus is going back on His commitment.

Child of God, you cost Christ too much for him to forget you.

I need not ask whether I may call on Him or not, for that word 'Whosoever' is a very wide and comprehensive one...My case is urgent, and I do not see how I am to be delivered; but this is no business of mine. He who makes the promise will find ways and means of keeping it. It is mine to obey His commands; it is not mine to direct His counsels. I am His servant, not His solicitor. I call upon Him, and He will deliver.

The Bible, the whole Bible, and nothing but the Bible is the religion of Christ's church.

The first link between my soul and Christ is not my goodness but my badness, not my merit but my misery, not my riches but my need.

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