“I know I’m a Son of God, an heir of God, and a joint heir of Christ. I’m seated with him in the heavenlies, but by choice; like Paul, Peter and others, I’ve chosen to be a slave.”

Inspiration without perspiration leads to frustration and stagnation.

We’ve been bought with a price, the precious blood of the Lord Jesus Christ. So none of us really have any rights.

We’re teaching our children how to live. We need to start teaching them how to die.

Every day, I find countless opportunities to decide whether I will obey God and demonstrate my love for Him or try to please myself or the world system. God is waiting for my choices.

As you love God and serve Him, you will undoubtedly experience the greatest adventure life has to offer.

I’m more concerned about the salvation of souls than I am in promoting a particular party.

I’m a classical Christian.

By rejecting faith in Jesus Christ, America has also rejected God’s protective hand, which until recently, sheltered this nation from harm. We have invited the devil which all his diabolical and destructive power in our daily lives.

I’m not an evangelical, because that means that I exclude the Catholics and main-liners, and Orthodox.

I believe every Christian should be involved in politics.

I’m a New Testament Christian. I reject and throw out titles.

I’m not an evangelical, because that means that I exclude the Catholics and main-liners, and Orthodox.

You’re believing for more and so through the years God has honored that.

Set goals so big that unless God helps you, you will be a miserable failure.

Show me a church or a Christian organization that emphasizes prayer, and I’ll show you a ministry where people are excited about Jesus Christ and are witnessing for Him.

Slaves have to obey their masters.

My sons and their wives landed on Mars to start another race.

Don’t hold your parents up to contempt. After all, you are their son, and it is just possible that you may take after them.

God help the teacher, if a man of sensibility and genius, when a booby father presents him with his booby son, and insists on lighting up the rays of science in a fellow’s head whose skull is impervious and inaccessible by any other way than a positive fracture with a cudgel.

There must always be a struggle between a father and son, while one aims at power and the other at independence.

My Son, these maxims make a rule An lump them ay thegither: The Rigid Righteous is a fool, The Rigid Wise anither.

Perhaps host and guest is really the happiest relation for father and son.

And live like Nature’s bastards, not her sons.

My mother told me; son, love her so much she understands how beautiful she is- with or without you.