You need not bring life to the scripture. You should draw life from the scripture.
There cannot be heaven without Christ. He is the sum total of bliss; the fountain from which heaven flows, the element of which heaven is composed. Christ is heaven and heaven is Christ.
A church is a soul-saving company or it is nothing.
To a hungry man, Christ is very lovely when He has a loaf of bread in His hand.
The Bible, the whole Bible, and nothing but the Bible is the religion of Christ’s church.
The closet is the best study. The commentators are good instructors, but the Author Himself is far better.
Nine times out of ten, declension from God begins in the neglect of private prayer.
The fact is, we sometimes read Scripture, thinking of what it ought to say, rather than what it does say.
Death is no punishment to the believer: it is the gate of endless joy.
You cannot be Christ’s servant if you are not willing to follow him, cross and all. What do you crave? A crown? Then it must be a crown of thorns if you are to be like him. Do you want to be lifted up? So you shall, but it will be upon a cross.
Settle this in your heart: Whether I am up or down, the Lord Jesus is the same. Whether I sing or sigh, the promise is true and the Promiser is faithful. Whether I stand on the summit or am hidden in the vale the covenant stands fast and everlasting love abides.
That conversion which is all joy and lacks sorrow for sin, is very questionable.
Victory needs conflict as its preface.
Shall we keep men in a fool’s paradise? Shall we lull them into soft slumbers from which they will awake in hell? Are we to become helpers of their damnation by our smooth speeches? In the name of God, we will not!
When I cease to preach salvation by faith in Jesus put me into a lunatic asylum, for you may be sure that my mind is gone.
He who looks sinward has his back to God-he who looks Godward has his back to sin.
Christ came to bring healing to those who are spiritually sick-you say that you are perfectly well, so you must go your own way and Christ will go in another direction-towar ds sinners.
Oh that I could have the cross painted on my eyeballs, that I could not see anything except through the medium of my Savior’s passion!
Prayer sweeps the battlefield, slays the enemy, and buries the bones.
If I had never joined a church till I had found one that was perfect, I should never have joined one at all.