The truth is, there is no line. There's only your life, how you mess it up, and who is there to save you. Or who isn't.
Music can set an atmosphere of worship which invites [the] spirit of revelation, of testimony.
The scriptures hold the keys to spiritual protection.
There is also an age-old excuse: 'The devil made me do it. ' Not so! He can deceive you and mislead you, but he does not have the power to force you or anyone else to transgress or to keep you in transgression.
Somewhere there is a message in the protest of the man who said, "You can't tell me that worry doesn't help. The things I worry about never happen. "
Peace can be settled in the heart of each who turns to the scriptures and unlocks the promises of protection and redemption that are taught therein.
The end of all activity in the church is to see that a man and a woman with their children are happy at home, sealed for eternity.
I don't have a warm personal enemy left. They've all died off. I miss them terribly because they helped define me.
Never let your campaigns write cheques that your website can't cash.
If you're not going to get any wiser, what's the point of getting older?
Through reproductive technology, postmodernist art dispenses with the aura. The fiction of the creating subject gives way to a frank confiscation, quotation, excerptation, accumulation, and repetition of already existing images. Notions of originality, authenticity, and presence. . . are undermined.