Some missionaries bound for Africa were laughed at by the boat captain. 'You'll only die over there,' he said. But a missionary replied, 'Captain, we died before we started.'

We are suffering today from a species of Christianity as dry as dust, as cold as ice, as pale as a corpse, and as dead as King Tut. We are suffering not from a lack of correct heads but of consumed hearts.

We need men of the cross, with the message of the cross, bearing the marks of the cross.

The first step towards the evangelizing of the world is the christianizing of the church.

Taking it easy is often the prelude to backsliding. Comfort precedes collapse.

Salvation is a helmet, not a nightcap.

We need a dedicated minority who, like the apostles of old, are willing to be called the scum of the earth and a spectacle to the world for the scandal of the cross.