You know, we live in a day when we are more afraid of holiness than we are of sinfulness.
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!
You can't live wrong and pray right.
Gethsemane is where He died; the cross is only the evidence.
The highway of Christian living is strewn with has-beens.
Could a mariner sit idle if he heard the drowning cry? Could a doctor sit in comfort and just let his patients die? Could a fireman sit idle, let men burn and give no hand? Can you sit at ease in Zion with the world around you damned?