The Church right now has more fashion than passion, is more pathetic than prophetic, is more superficial than supernatural.

Christianity is not being weighed in the balance and found wanting. It's being tried, found difficult and rejected!

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

If you kneel before God, you will stand before men.

I want to see the glory of God invade this generation.

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?

If Jesus came back today, he wouldn’t cleanse the temple, he’d cleanse the pulpit.