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

The highway of Christian living is strewn with has-beens.

The question isn't were you challenged. The question is were you changed?

All you have to do is get in a closer walk with God and you'll find your enemies are in your own church.

The understanding soul prays; the praying soul gets understanding.

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?

The best title of the [professing] church of God today, in my judgment, is 'Unbelieving Believers.'