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

There are three persons living in each of us: the one we think we are, the one other people think we are, and the one God knows we are!

No man - I don't care how colossal his intellect - No man is greater than his prayer life.

The Holy Book of the living God suffers more from its exponents today than from its opponents.

A popular evangelist reaches your emotions. A true prophet reaches your conscience.

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?

Most Christians pray to be blessed. Few pray to be broken.