They tell me that I rub the fur the wrong way. I don't; let the cat turn around.

Whenever a day comes when I can stand and preach God's Word without an agony of anxiety lest the people will not accept Christ; whenever a day comes when I can see men and women coming down the aisles without joy in my heart, I'll quit preaching.

The backslider likes the preaching that wouldn't hit the side of a house, while the real disciple is delighted when the truth brings him to his knees.

The test of a preacher is that his congregation goes away saying, not, 'What a lovely sermon!' but 'I will do something.'

We cause havoc to our society when we only preach miracles.

If we keep preaching the messages that people can get something from nothing, people begin to look for opportunities to reap where they did not sow.