The measure of a Christian is not in the height of his grasp but in the depth of his love

Now faith is the turning of dreams into deeds. It is betting your life on the unseen realities

Behold a tree. Does it not speak to us thusly: 'Don't you see that God is not working himself into a frenzy in me? I am calmly, quietly, silently pouring forth my life and bringing forth fruit. Do thou likewise.'

One wonders why Christians today get off so easily. Is it because unchristian Americans are that much better than unchristian Romans, or is our light so dim that the tormentor can't see it? What are the things we do that are worth persecuting?

The measure of a Christian is not in the height of his grasp but in the depth of his love

Fear is the polio of the soul. Faith is the life based on unseen realities; it is the word become flesh.

The crowning evidence that he lives is not a vacant grave, but a spirit-filled fellowship. Not a rolled-away stone, but a carried-away church.