Life begets life by its very nature. By the same token, inspired men inspire.

We must live a holy life if we want to pray.

The apostles had no gold, but lots of glory. We have lots of gold, but no glory.

Where there is no passion, the church perishes, even though it be full to the doors.

How can you have a dead service with a living Christ?

Do the Pentecostals look back with shame as they remember when they dwelt across the theological tracks, but with the glory of the Lord in their midst? When they had a normal church life, which meant nights of prayers, followed by signs and wonders, and diverse miracles, and genuine gifts of the Holy Ghost? When they were not clock watchers, and their meetings lasted for hours, saturated with holy power? Have we no tears for these memories, or shame that our children know nothing of such power?

Men of prayer must be men of steel, for they will be assaulted by Satan even before they attempt to assault his kingdom.