Some churches have 500 in the congregation and about 25 turn out at prayer meeting. Where are the other 475? They have just as much right to be there as the 25.
Faith is like a headlight on a train.
I don’t believe one-half the people in the churches were ever converted or had an experience.
I believe in experimental religion.
Faith is above all other graces; it honors God and brings blessings to the individual.
The average preacher don’t pray much more than five minutes each day; the average churchgoer not more than three minutes.
If we got what was coming to us—it’d be Hell for all of us.
A TRIP THROUGH THE BIBLE WITH BILLY SUNDAY.
An Example of the Evangelist’s Power in Painting Word Pictures.
Twenty-seven years ago with the Holy Spirit as my guide, I entered at the portico of Geneses and went into the art gallery of the Old Testament, where, on the wall, hung pictures of Enoch, Noah, Jacob, Abraham, Elijah, David, Daniel and other famous prophets of old. Then I passed into the music room of the Psalms, where the spirit swept the keyboard of my nature and brought forth the dirge—like a wail of the weeping prophet, Jeremiah, to the grand exultant strain of the 24th Psalm and where every reed and pipe in God’s great organ of nature seemed to respond to the tuneful harp of David, as he played for King Saul in his melancholy moods.
Next I passed into the business office of Proverbs, then into the chapel of Ecclesiastes, where the voice of the preacher was heard; then over into the conservatory of the songs of Solomon, where the Lily of the Valley and the Rose of Sharon and sweet-scented spices perfumed my life. Then I stepped into the prophetic room and saw through telescopes various stars, some pointing to far-off stars and others to nearby stars, but all concentrated upon the bright and Morning Star which was to rise above the moon-lit hills of Judea, while shepherds guarded their flock by night.