“He died to make you holy. You are not your own.”

I would rather stand alone in the light of truth than in the crowd filled with error.

Indeed, your scars may be your greatest ministry. Just as the scars of Jesus convinced Thomas, perhaps your scars will convince someone today.

There must be a law if there is to be liberty. Try to play a piano and you will run into laws as fixed as the decrees of the Medes and Persians.

Our scars may be our greatest ministry.

It’s what you sow that multiplies, not what you keep in the barn.

The government cannot give to anybody anything that the government does not first take from somebody else.

Study the Bible to know about God. Obey the Bible to really know God.

You can’t really live until you are no longer afraid to die.

And the Bible is not primarily a book of history. It is “His story,” the story of God.

Ruled by the prince of darkness and the master of deception who wears many disguises and has many aliases.

The church persecuted is the church pure, and the church pure is the church powerful.

Friend, you cannot legislate the poor into freedom by legislating the wealthy out of freedom.

Faith comes out of the heart not the head.

God put a cross between you and hell. If you want to go to hell, you will have to crawl over the cross of Jesus.

You can save a lot of time waiting on God.

The government can’t give to anybody anything that the government does not first take from somebody.

The Gospel is that Jesus Christ came to earth, lived the life we should have lived and died the death we should have died.

The king died and then the queen died is a story. The king died, and then queen died of grief is a plot.

Auschwitz is outside of us, but it is all around us, in the air. The plague has died away, but the infection still lingers and it would be foolish to deny it.

Don’t let what other people think decide who you are.

I never saw my grandfather because he had died before I was born, but I have good memories of my grandmother and of how she could play the piano at the old house.

Nobody ever died of discomfort, yet living in the name of comfort has killed more ideas, more opportunities, more actions, and more growth than everything else combined. Comfort kills!

We ought to be living as if Jesus died yesterday, rose this morning, and is coming back this afternoon.

Thus the Western Empire died.