Had I cared for the comments of people, I should never have been a missionary.
If Jesus Christ be God and died for me, then no sacrifice can be too great for me to make for Him.
The light that shines farthest shines brightest nearest home.
Only one life, ’twill soon be past, Only what’s done for Christ will last.
Christ wants not nibblers of the possible, but grabbers of the impossible.
How little chance the Holy Ghost has nowadays. The churches and missionary societies have so bound Him in red tape that they practically ask Him to sit in a corner while they do the work themselves.
Cease your insults to God, quit consulting flesh and blood. Stop your lame, lying, and cowardly excuses. Enlist!
It takes a real man to make a true confession-a Chocolate Soldier will excuse or cloak his sin.
For five years we never went outside our doors without a volley of curses from our neighbours.
True religion is like the smallpox. If you get it, you give it to others and it spreads.
My only joys therefore are that when God has given me a work to do, I have not refused it.
Real Christians revel in desperate ventures for Christ, expecting from God great things and attempting the same with exhilaration.
A good thing to have up your sleeve is a sanctified funny-bone.
Nail the colours to the mast! That is the right thing to do, and, therefore, that is what we must do, and do it now. What colours? The colours of Christ, the work He has given us to do- the evangelization of all the unevangelized.
Some wish to live within the sound of a chapel bell, I want to run a rescue shop within a yard of Hell.
I realized that my life was to be one of simple, childlike faith, and that my part was to trust, not to do. I was to trust in Him and He would work in me to do His good pleasure. From that time my life was different.
Funds are low again, hallelujah! That means God trusts us and is willing to leave His reputation in our hands.
The “romance” of a missionary is often made up of monotony and drudgery; there often is no glamour in it; it doesn’t stir a man’s spirit or blood. So don’t come out to be a missionary as an experiment; it is useless and dangerous. Only come if you feel you would rather die than not come. Don’t come if you want to make a great name or want to live long. Come if you feel there is no greater honor, after living for Christ, than to die for Him.
We must divorce Chocolate and Disobedience, and marry Faith and Heroism.
I am getting desperately afraid of going to heaven for I have had the vision of the shame I shall suffer as I get my first glimpse of the Lord Jesus; His majesty, power, and marvellous love for me, who treated Him so meanly and shabbily on earth and acted as though I did Him a favour in serving Him! No wonder God shall have to wipe away the tears off all faces, for we shall be broken-hearted when we see the depth of His love and the shallowness of ours.