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

This life is a dressing room for eternity - THAT'S ALL IT IS!

The church that is man-managed instead of God-governed is doomed to failure. A ministry that is college-trained but not Spirit-filled works no miracles.

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

Praying men stop sinning and sinning men stop praying.

Preaching is not a profession, it's a passion! If a man can't preach with passion he shouldn't preach at all.

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?