Some preachers ought to put more fire into their sermons or more sermons into the fire.

If they had a social gospel in the days of the prodigal son, somebody would have given him a bed and a sandwich and he never would have gone home.

When we are weakest and most despondent, Jesus is most considerate. When there is a break in our progress or we have a spell of depression, he sees the whole of our lives and in the light of that He is longsuffering with discordant details.

If I had only one sermon to preach it would be on the Lordship of Christ. When we get right on that point we are right all down the line. God honors the exaltation of His Son.

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

The only way to meet the modern demon-stration of the powers of darkness is by a demonstration of the power of God.

The world does not hate its own. It does hate our Lord. It hates His followers. Where do you belong in this lineup?