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?

Satan fools and feigns, blows and bluffs, and we so often take his threats to heart and forget the "exceeding greatness of God's power to us.

An experience of God that costs nothing does nothing

We don't preach salvation. We preach forgiveness.

Most Christians pray to be blessed. Few pray to be broken.

How can you pull down strongholds of Satan if you don't even have the strength to turn off your TV?

No man is greater than his prayer life.