Beware of being a religious poseur, trying to live up to a dramatized version of yourself.
We are challenged these days, but not changed; convicted, but not converted. We hear, but do not; and thereby we deceive ourselves.
If you stand on the Word, you do not stand with the world.
There is no devil in the first two chapters of the Bible and no devil in the last two chapters. Thank God for a book that disposes of the devil!
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.
You haven't lost anything when you know were it is. Death can hide but not divide.
Too many church services start at eleven sharp and end at twelve dull.
People used to blush when they were ashamed. Now they are ashamed if they blush. Modesty has disappeared and a brazen generation with no fear of God before its eyes mocks at sin. We are so fond of being called tolerant and broadminded that we wink at sin when we ought to weep.
One man with a genuine experience with God is worth more than a library full of arguments.
The preacher who is concerned with gaining a reputation, rising in his profession, is always in bondage. The itch for bigness is a dangerous thing. It has made a castaway of many a man whom God once richly blessed. A man should desire to be neither larger nor smaller than pleases God. Better than that, he should not bother at all about how large or how small but rather how faithful he shall be.
The detour is always rougher than the main road
There is a trend today that would put a new robe on the prodigal son while he is still feeding hogs. Some would put the ring on his finger while he still in the pigsty. Others would paint the pigsty and advocate bigger and better hog pens.
What we live is what we believe. Everything else is just so much religious talk.
If the church would only be the church- if Christians would only be Christians- nothing could halt our onward march.
Because the Lord loves us He chastens and rebukes us. Modern sentimentality has reduced God to a tolerant indulgent grandfatherly being who winks at our transgressions.
Progress is a farce because man's head and hand have created wonders that stun the imagination, but his heart does not keep step and his morals undo all that his mind has wrought.
He who waits on God loses no time.
A preacher should have the mind of a scholar, the heart of a child, and the hide of a rhinoceros. His problem is how to toughen his hide without hardening his heart.
Too many Christians live their Christian lives inside their heads; it never gets out through hands and feet and lips.
I can conceive of no greater, more romantic and interesting adventure than to undertake to live like Jesus in this complicated day.