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 gospel is for lifeboats, not showboats, and a man must make up his mind which boat he is going to operate.

Salt seasons, purifies, preserves. But somebody ought to remind us that salt also irritates. Real living Christianity rubs this world the wrong way.

God judges what we tolerate as well as what we practice. Too often we put up with things we ought to put out.

It is only the life that is lost for Him that is found in Him.

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

Faith has no value of its own, it has value only as it connects us with Him. It is a trick of Satan to get us occupied with examining our faith instead of resting in the Faithful One.