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.

Christmas is based on an exchange of gifts, the gift of God to man - His unspeakable gift of His Son, and the gift of man to God - when we present our bodies a living sacrifice.

I can conceive of no greater, more romantic and interesting adventure than to undertake to live like Jesus in this complicated day.

One man with a genuine experience with God is worth more than a library full of arguments.

Where are the marks of the cross in your life? Are there any points of identification with your Lord? Alas, too many Christians wear medals but carry no scars.

God knows His own. It is well that He does, for sometimes it would be difficult for us to determine who are His!

What we love usually manages to get into our conversation. What is down in the well of the heart will come up in the bucket of the speech.