Preaching is not a profession, it’s a passion

Gethsemane is where He died; the cross is only the evidence.

To be much for God, we must be much with God. Jesus, that lone figure in the wilderness, knew strong crying, along with tears. Can one be moved with compassion and not know tears? Jeremiah was a sobbing saint. Jesus wept! So did Paul. So did John. Though there are some tearful intercessors behind the scenes, I grant you that to our modern Christianity, praying is foreign.

No man is greater than his prayer life. The pastor who is not praying is playing; the people who are not praying are straying. The pulpit can be a shop window to display one's talents; the prayer closet allows no showing off.

When you’re sitting in a dark room, you can either sit and curse the darkness—or you can light a candle.

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

The secret of praying is praying in secret. A sinning man will stop praying, and a praying man will stop sinning.