We talk of the Second Coming; half the world has never heard of the first.
– Oswald J. Smith –
Preaching
Is Your Gospel Touching Others? – Curry R. Blake
If your Gospel isn’t touching others, it hasn’t touched you!
– Curry R. Blake –
True Definition of Preaching – Martyn Lloyd-Jones
Any true definition of preaching must say that that man is there to deliver the message of God… He has been sent, he is a commissioned person, and he is standing there as the mouthpiece of God and of Christ to address these people.
– D. Martyn Lloyd-Jones –
Let the Cat Turn Around – Billy Sunday
They tell me that I rub the fur the wrong way. I don’t—let the cat turn around.
– Billy Sunday –
Preaching as a Dying Man to Dying Men – Richard Baxter
I preached as never sure to preach again, and as a dying man to dying men.
– Richard Baxter –
Everyone Was Happy – Richard Wurmbrand
It was strictly forbidden to preach to other prisoners. It was understood that whoever was caught doing this received a severe beating. A number of us decided to pay the price for the privilege of preaching, so we accepted their [the communists’] terms. It was a deal; we preached and they beat us. We were happy preaching. They were happy beating us, so everyone was happy.
– Richard Wurmbrand –
from Tortured for Christ
Delighted to be Brought to Your Knees – Billy Sunday
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.
– Billy Sunday –
In Love With Prayer – Thomas Coke
A minister, who prays not, who is not in love with prayer, is not a minister of the Church of God. He is a dry tree, which occupies in vain a place in Christ’s garden. He is an enemy, and not a father, of the people. He is a stranger, who has taken the place of the shepherd, and to whom the salvation of the flock is an indifferent thing.
– Thomas Coke –
A Tongue Like Thunder – Robert Murray M’Cheyne
As I was walking in the fields, the thought came over me with almost overwhelming power, that every one of my flock must soon be in heaven or hell. Oh how I wished that I had a tongue like thunder, that I might make all hear; or that I had a frame like iron, that I might visit every one and say, “Escape for thy life! Ah sinner! You little know how I fear that you will lay the blame of your damnation at my door.”
– Robert Murray M’Cheyne –