“Therefore run together as into one temple of God, as to one altar, as to one Jesus Christ, who came forth from one Father, and is with and has gone to one.”

It is right, therefore, that we not just be called Christians, but that we actually be Christians.

I am God’s wheat and shall be ground by their teeth so that I may become Christ’s pure bread.

Christianity is greatest when it is hated by the world.

I am the wheat of God, and am ground by the teeth of the wild beasts, that I may be found the pure bread of God.

Be obedient to the bishop and to one another, as Jesus Christ was in the flesh to the Father, and the apostles to Christ and to the Father and to the Spirit, so that there may be unity in flesh and in spirit.

Where the bishop is present, there is the Catholic Church.

Do everything as if He were dwelling in us. Thus we shall be His temples and He will be within us as our God – as He actually is.

I would rather die for Christ than rule the whole earth.

It is not that I want merely to be called a Christian, but actually to be one. Yes, if I prove to be one, then I can have the name.

Pray without ceasing on behalf of other men, For cannot he that falls rise again?

Let not then any one deceive you, as indeed you are not deceived, inasmuch as you are wholly devoted to God.

Be careful, therefore, to take part only in the one Eucharist; for there is only one Flesh of our Lord Jesus Christ and one cup to unite us with His Blood.

Our task is not one of producing persuasive propaganda; Christianity shows its greatness when it is hated by the world.

For Faith is the beginning and the end is love, and God is the two of them brought into unity. After these comes whatever else makes up a Christian gentleman.

I would rather die and come to Jesus Christ than be king over the entire earth. Him I seek who died for us; Him I love who rose again because of us.

My dear Jesus, my Savior, is so deeply written in my heart, that I feel confident, that if my heart were to be cut open and chopped to pieces, the name of Jesus would be found written on every piece.

Mama and Daddy King represent the best in manhood and womanhood, the best in a marriage, the kind of people we are trying to become.

My father passed away in 1942, and three-four months after his death, I had to start working. There was a responsibility on my shoulders to run the household. It was my duty as the eldest child in the house.

Without my ministry, I would just be Martin Luther King’s daughter. You know, when people call me that, it doesn’t bother me anymore. I know I am not my father. I know I am me.

My dad was the biggest influence on my life because he was never boring.

Hard times are when a man has worked at a job for 30 years – 30 years – and they give him a watch, kick him in the butt, and say, ‘Hey, a computer took your place, daddy.’ That’s hard times!

My father provided some very important guidance in how we deal with conflict and polarization.

My stepfather stepped in where no man would’ve stepped in – six kids, five of them boys – and that’s heroic.

When I was growing up we didn’t have a massive house and there were five women running around, so my dad and I had to stick together!