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

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?

What good does it do to speak in tongues on Sunday if you have been using your tongue during the week to curse and gossip?

The Bible definitely is infallible, how else could it survive so many years of bad preaching?

If we had more sleepless nights in prayer, there would be far fewer souls to have a sleepless eternal night in hell.

The less power a church has, the more entertainment it has.

The Cinderella of the church today is the prayer meeting. This handmaid of the Lord is unloved and unwooed because she is not dripping with the pearls of intellectualism, nor glamorous with the silks of philosophy; neither is she enchanting with the tiara of psychology. She wears the homespuns of sincerity and humility and so is not afraid to kneel!