I would just as soon listen to a gangster lecture on honesty as watch Hollywood portray the Bible.

Too many Christians live their Christian lives inside their heads; it never gets out through hands and feet and lips.

The primary qualification for a missionary is not love for souls, as we so often hear, but love for Christ.

We may never be martyrs but we can die to self, to sin, to the world, to our plans and ambitions. That is the significance of baptism; we died with Christ and rose to new life.

What we live is what we believe. Everything else is just so much religious talk.

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

To some Christianity is an argument. To many it is a performance. To a few, it is experience.