The church is so subnormal that if it ever got back to the New Testament normal it would seem to people to be abnormal.

If the church would only be the church- if Christians would only be Christians- nothing could halt our onward march.

The same church members who yell like Comanche Indians at a ball game on Saturday sit like wooden Indians in church on Sunday.

Jesus is all we have; he is all we need and all we want. We are shipwrecked on God and stranded on omnipotence!

God judges what we tolerate as well as what we practice. Too often we put up with things we ought to put out.

Abraham did not know where he was going immediately, but he knew where he was going ultimately. He did not know the Whither but he knew the Whom. He believed God, and, being sure of his destiny, he did not worry about his destination.

Salt seasons, purifies, preserves. But somebody ought to remind us that salt also irritates. Real living Christianity rubs this world the wrong way.