Our Lord holds the keys to the doors of Christian service. You don't have to chase 'key men' around if you know the Keeper of the keys!

I have often been reminded of the wild duck that came down on migration into a barnyard and liked it so well that he stayed there. In the fall his erstwhile companions passed overhead and his first impulse was to rise and join them, but he had fed too well and could rise no higher than the eaves of the barn. The day came when his old fellow travelers could pass overhead without his even hearing their call. I have seen men and women who once mounted up with wings like eagles but are now content to live in the barnyard of this world.

A preacher who is too big for a little crowd would be too little for a big crowd.

Most church members live so far below the standard, you would have to backslide to be in fellowship with them.

An old minister explained the smudges on his sermon outlines by saying they were caused by sweat and tears. And without those two marks, a sermon is not a sermon.

It is one thing to say Jesus is all you want; until He is all you have and you discover He is all you ever needed.

One hour in heaven, and we shall be ashamed that we ever grumbled.