Eighteen years ago, the Holy Spirit led me to establish a church in the heart of Times Square.

God has never, in the history of mankind, allowed His name to go long offended.

Christ died to save this lost world; he did not come to destroy, maim or pour out wrath.

I have questioned God sometimes whether prayers have gone unanswered. But answered prayer is still harder to believe.

When you strip it of everything else, Pentecost stands for power and life. That's what came into the church when the Holy Spirit came down on the day of Pentecost.

The day you learn to be publically specific in your prayer, that is the day you will discover power.

The greatest fear that haunts this city is a suitcase bomb, nuclear or germ. Many people carry small gas masks. The masses here seem to be resigned to the inevitable, believing an attack of major proportions will happen.