I don't wonder apostolic miracles have died. Apostolic living certainly has.

Let nothing be said about anyone unless it passes through the three sieves: Is it true? Is it kind? Is it necessary?

When I consider the cross of Christ, how can anything that I do be called sacrifice?

We have all eternity to celebrate the victories but only a few hours before sunset to win them.

It is great to be faced with the impossible, for nothing is impossible if one is meant to do it. Wisdom will be given, and strength. When the Lord leads, He always strengthens.

If you would live in victory . . . you must refuse to be dominated by the seen and the felt.

He said "Love...as I have loved you." We cannot love too much.

If you have never been hurt by a word from God, it is probably that you have never heard God speak.

Faith does not eliminate questions. But faith knows where to take them.

All along, let us remember we are not asked to understand, but simply to obey.

It is a safe thing to trust Him to fulfill the desires which He creates

What could be worse than getting to the end of your life and realizing you hadn't lived it

To lose a problem, do not oppose, let go of any need to control, perhaps it's all an illusion we project, more like a game we play than real?

Every man has a river on his mind: The River of Thoughts! But not every man has a holy river on his mind: The River of Right Thoughts!

I believe in the sanctity of marriage.

To become as perfect as a mortal being can become, we need to bring the mind, body, and spirit into total harmony...We must add to that harmony Christ like love and righteousness.

We are shallow because we are mayabang, ego driven, and do not have the humility to understand that we are only human, much too human to mistake knowledge for wisdom.

A king that would not feel his crown too heavy for him, must wear it every day; but if he think it too light, he knoweth not of what metal it is made.

You have to live life to its full chorizo.

Email is not going to disappear. Possibly ever. Until the robots kill us all.

The lady doth protest too much, methinks.