What the Church of God needs today is a baptism of horse sense.
Some people never read the Bible from week-end to week-end. No wonder they are dried up like an Egyptian mummy.
Religion doesn’t affect some poor old sinners any more than shooting peas at the Rock of Gibraltar with a pop gun.
If I can win a man over to Christianity—to keep a drunkard sober, even just for a year, it’s worth every dollar.
Some of the worst knockers I have in this county are the preachers—sour grapes; that’s the only way I can see it.
You’ve been so dignified, stiff and worldly until you’ve grieved the Spirit of God.
Give the Lord a main line and see what he’ll do these days.
Never saw God bless a stingy gang yet.
I feel like a shouting Methodist. When you get a Presbyterian shouting there’s something doing.
I am pleading for the old-fashioned Pentacostal revival. My evangelism is 2,000 years old; as old as the nails in the cross.