What happens when your world ends? Your lover steals your heart. . . and your father casts you out. . . and you fall.
If a Christian is not having tribulation in the world, there's something wrong!
Great eagles fly alone; great lions hunt alone; great souls walk alone-alone with God. Such loneliness is hard to endure, and impossible to enjoy unless God accompanied. Prophets are lone men; they walk alone, pray alone and God makes them alone.
In revival, God is not concerned about filling empty churches, He is concerned about filling empty hearts.
No man is greater than his prayer life. The pastor who is not praying is playing; the people who are not praying are straying. We have many organizers, but few agonizers; many players and payers, few pray-ers; many singers, few clingers; lots of pastors, few wrestlers; many fears, few tears; much fashion, little passion; many interferers, few intercessors; many writers, but few fighters. Failing here, we fail everywhere.
Nobody stood by Jesus. Maybe nobody will stand by you. It's a lonely life, but it's a glorious life.
Men of prayer must be men of steel, for they will be assaulted by Satan even before they attempt to assault his kingdom.
Nothing is more exciting and bonding in relationships than creating together.
The sun has not caught me in bed in fifty years.
You start to realize that the things that are different about you are the things that make you special. And, as cliche as at that sounds, you realize that if you are lucky enough to have something that is different about you. . . don't try to hide it. I don't try to blend in anymore, it's all about standing out.
I think The New Yorker's cartoons aren't very political because the people who do the cartoons aren't awfully political people, and they aren't paid to be political. I think editorial cartoonists are. That's what they do. They probably have a great natural interest in politics, and then they are paid to do it, so they sort of have to hunt out these ideas. I admire editorial cartoons, but I'm also sort of happy that I don't do them because I'd hate to have to label things and I'd especially hate, more than anything, to label something Dennis Hastert or Mark Foley.