God is our portion, Christ our companion, the Spirit our Comforter, Earth our lodge, and Heaven is our home.

I bear my testimony that there is no joy to be found in all this world like that of sweet communion with Christ. I would barter all else there is of heaven for that. Indeed, that is heaven. As for the harps of gold and the streets like clear glass and the songs of seraphs and the shouts of the redeemed, one could very well give all these up, counting them as a drop in a bucket, if we might forever live in fellowship and communion with Jesus.

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

As a church we must love Jesus, or else we have lost our reason for existence.

We often forget that the author of our faith must be the finisher of it also.

A religion that cannot stand a little laughter must be a very rotten one.

Ministers should be stars to give light, not clouds to obscure.