“Discipline is an index to doctrine.”

I believe because it is absurd.

The more you mow us down, the more numerous we grow; the blood of Christians is seed.

You can’t undo anything you’ve already done, but you can face up to it. You can tell the truth. You can seek forgiveness. And then let God do the rest.

The Christian does not hurt even his enemy.

The pleasure of those who injure you lies in your pain. Therefore they will suffer if you take away their pleasure by not feeling pain.

You cannot parcel out freedom in pieces because freedom is all or nothing.

God the Father’s a deep root; the Son’s the shoot that breaks into the world; the Spirit spreads the beauty & fragrance.

Truth engenders hatred of truth. As soon as it appears, it is the enemy.

The state of faith allows no mention of impossibility.

The first reaction to truth is hatred.

The blood of the martyrs is the seed of the church.

The Son of God died; it is by all means to be believed because it is absurd. And he was buried and rose again; the fact is certain, because it is impossible.

It is a fundamental human right, a privilege of nature, that every man should worship according to his own convictions.

Christ, in disarming Peter, disarmed every soldier.

All the Scriptures give clear proof of the Trinity, and it is from these that our principle is deduced…the distinction of the Trinity is quite clearly displayed.

Prevention of birth is premature murder, and it makes no difference whether it is a life already born that one snatches away or a life that is coming to birth.

Jesus said go and make disciples, but so often we just sit and make excuses.

One thing I know for sure about raising children is that every single day a kid needs discipline. But also every single day a kid needs a break.

Discipline yourself, so no one else has to.

Group discipline produces a unified effort toward a common goal.

It never cost a disciple anything to follow Jesus; to talk about cost when you are in love with anyone is an insult.

The pain of discipline is short, but the glory of the fruition is eternal.

Now I begin to be a disciple. Let fire and cross, flocks of beasts, broken bones, dismemberment come upon me, so long as I attain to Jesus Christ.

Jesus promised his disciples three things—that they would be completely fearless, absurdly happy, and in constant trouble.