A good many preachers say I am lowering the pulpit. I am glad I am. I am trying to get it down to the level of men's hearts. If I wanted to hit Chicago I would not put the cannon on the top of this building and fire into the air. Too many preachers fire into the air.

David was the last one we would have chosen to fight the giant, but he was chosen of God.

God has cast our confessed sins into the depths of the sea, and He's even put a 'No Fishing' sign over the spot.

Whitewashing the pump won't make the water pure.

If a man just stops to think what he has to praise God for, he will find there is enough to keep him singing praises for a week.

A man can no more take in a supply of grace for the future than he can eat enough today to last him for the next 6 months, nor can he inhale sufficient air into his lungs with one breath to sustain life for a week to come. We are permitted to draw upon God's store of grace from day to day as we need it.

If you can't see His way past the tears, trust His heart.