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?

Christ has not conquered my affections if He has to compete for my attention.

This much is sure in all churches, forgetting party labels; the smallest meeting numerically is the prayer-meeting. If weak in prayer we are weak everywhere.

How do you learn to pray? Well how do you learn to swim? Do you sit in a chair with your feet up drinking coke learning to swim? You get down and you struggle. That's how you learn to pray.

To stand before men on behalf of God is one thing. To stand before God on behalf of men is something entirely different.

The surest thing in the world is not death and taxes, it's death and eternity. Yet, we're so unconcerned.

If Jesus had preached the same message that ministers preach today, He would never have been crucified.