“The mocker will not have the last laugh. You see, dancing on the grave of an extinguished Christianity is farcical at best. Because the grave is empty. And the one who knows the way out of the grave sits in the heavens and laughs.”

The denial of an objective moral law, based on the compulsion to deny the existence of God, results ultimately in the denial of evil itself.

If God is the author of life, there must be a script.

We have to find the back door to peoples’ hearts because the front door is heavily guarded.

When you come to religion, you come to a place. When you come to Jesus Christ, you come to a person.

The purpose of prayer and of God’s call in your life isn’t to make you number one in the world’s eyes but to make Him number one in your life.

There is no greater discovery than seeing God as the author of your destiny.

In today’s society, looking good and feeling good often trumps doing good and being good. And some people don’t know the difference anymore.

Love is as much a question of the will as it is of the emotion. And if you WILL to love somebody, you can.

Like a child who suddenly stops sobbing when he is clasped in the arms of his mother, such will be the grip of heaven upon our souls.

What you applaud you encourage, but beware what you celebrate.

A mood can be a dangerous state of mind, because it can crush reason under the weight of feeling.

Only through repentance and faith in Christ can anyone be saved. No religious activity will be sufficient, only true faith in Jesus Christ alone.

When your life is changed by Jesus, you are a new creature. God not only changes what you do, He also changes what you want to do.

To sustain the belief that there is no God, atheism has to demonstrate infinite knowledge, which is tantamount to saying, “I have infinite knowledge that there is no being in existence with infinite knowledge

Redemption is prior to righteousness. You cannot be righteous until you are first redeemed.

Our sense of wonder is a blessing from God, given so that we would be continually amazed at His beauty and creation.

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

For I dance And drink and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing.

Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.

Let your life lightly dance on the edges of time like dew on the tip of a leaf.

It was an unwritten law that black comics were not permitted to work white nightclubs. You could sing and you could dance, but you couldn’t stand flat-footed and talk; that was a no-no.

And we love to dance, especially that new one called the Civil War Twist. The Northern part of you stands still while the Southern part tries to secede.

I love attention. If I see a gang of girls? That makes me dance even more!

Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection.