“The weakest ink is better than the best memory. Study with pen in hand.”

When God begins moving, the devil fires up all his artillery.

It’s a fact of earthly life that when God opens the windows of heaven to bless us, the devil opens the doors of hell to blast us.

The devils more orthodox than some theologians I know.

Part of your quiet time is to get your heart clean and pure.

It is not written to tell us how the heavens go; it is written to tell us how to go to heaven. But when it speaks on science, it is accurate.

Discipline says, ‘I need to.’ Duty says, ‘I ought to.’ Devotion says, ‘I want to.’

Christianity is a love relationship between a child of God and his Maker through the Son Jesus Christ and in the power of the Holy Spirit.

Satan can’t keep God from answering our prayers, but he will keep us from asking.

Two words that will change your life…. Yes Lord!

Come to Jesus. Come to Jesus.

You are not saved by the plan of salvation. You are saved by the man of salvation.

If you take part of the truth, and try to make that part of the truth, all of the truth, then that part of the truth becomes an untruth.

Pastors cannot lead, teach, or preach with anointing and supernatural power without being fully broken and surrendered to the lordship of Christ.

Every time you say no to Jesus Christ, it makes it that much harder for you to say yes to Jesus Christ.

It is better to be divided by truth than to be united in error.

Mediation gives you knowledge about God. Obedience gives you knowledge of God.

I couldn’t escape him, now or ever. He’d always be there, consuming my every thought, my heart locked in his hands. I was drawn to him by forces i couldn’t control, let alone escape.

Patch’s eyes were slate black, darker than a million secrets stacked on top of each other. He dropped his gaze to the ring in his hand, turning it over slowly. “swear you’ll never stop loving me,” i whispered. Ever so slightly, he nodded.

Know that you hold my heart, my hopes, in your hands.

In a life and death struggle, we cannot afford to leave our destinies in the hands of failures.

Children are game for anything. I throw them hard words, and they backhand them over the net. They love words that give them a hard time, provided they are in a context that absorbs their attention.

What are a handful of reasonable men against a crowd with stones in their hands?

When I was 14, I wanted to smoke because my mother smoked like mad. I wanted to smoke to look grown-up. But my mother said: ‘You shouldn’t smoke. Your hands are not that beautiful and that shows when you smoke.

First one, then the other, getting the upper hand, and too seldom fusing till the result has the mellowness of full achievement.