If the fire of hell is not literal, it is worse than actual fire, and if the gates of the Celestial City are not actual gold, they are far finer.

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

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

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

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.

There was a time when ministers spoke forthrightly and named things. We don't name anything anymore. Finney had a sermon on How to Preach so as to Convert Nobody. He said 'Preach on sin but never mention any of the sins of your congregation - that will do it.'

If we don't come apart; we will come apart.