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?

I believe every church is either supernatural or superficial. I don't believe there's any middle ground.

Only they who fulfill God's commands have a claim on the Lord.

Thou shalt call his name Jesus. He shall save his people from their sins.

Many pastors criticize me for taking the Gospel so seriously. But do they really think that on Judgment Day, Christ will chastise me, saying, 'Leonard, you took Me too seriously'?

By our attitude to prayer we tell God that what was begun in the Spirit we can finish in the flesh.

The only vision (many) of you have is television.