Most people would not want to live where there are no churches but many people live as though there were no churches.

Another thing I liked about my Dad at church: he did his sleeping at home. He never used the church as an adult nursery.

Too many are willing to sit at God’s table, but not work in his field.

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.

The tragedy of today is that the situation is desperate but the saints are not.

Plenty of church members are shaky about what they believe, while not many are shaken by what they believe.

Our Lord sent His disciples out as sheep among wolves; now the wolves are being invited into the sheepfold.