Do you mortify; do you make it your daily work; be always at it while you live; cease not a day from this work; be killing sin or it will be killing you.
– John Owen –
Spiritual Warfare
February 19, 2013
I desire to be on the wanted posters of hell.
– Nick Jones –
February 16, 2013
No one is a firmer believer in the power of prayer than the devil; not that he practices it, but he suffers from it.
– Guy H. King –
December 23, 2012
It is impossible to be a true soldier of Jesus Christ and not fight.
– J. Gresham Machen –
November 20, 2012
The potency of prayer has subdued the strength of fire; it has bridled the rage of lions, hushed anarchy to rest, extinguished wars, appeased the elements, expelled demons, burst the chains of death, expanded the gates of heaven, assuaged diseases, repelled frauds, rescued cities from destruction, stayed the sun in its course, and arrested the progress of the thunderbolt. Prayer is an all-efficient panoply, a treasure undiminished, a mine that is never exhausted, a sky unobscured by clouds, a heaven unruffled by the storm. It is the root, the fountain, the mother of a thousand blessings.
– St. Chrysostom –
from EM Bounds’ book Purpose in Prayer
November 14, 2012
In the Western world the enemy has forsworn violence. He comes against us no more with sword and fagot; he now comes smiling, bearing gifts. He raises his eyes to heaven and swears that he too believes in the faith of our fathers, but his real purpose is to destroy that faith, or at least to modify it to such an extent that it is no longer the supernatural thing it once was. He comes in the name of philosophy or psychology or anthropology, and with sweet reasonableness urges us to rethink our historic position, to be less rigid, more tolerant, more broadly understanding.
– AW Tozer –
from God Tells the Man Who Cares, p171
November 5, 2012
When the Gospel is at stake, everything is at stake.
– RC Sproul –
November 1, 2012
Spiritual Christians look upon the world not as a playground but as a battleground.
– AW Tozer –
October 19, 2012
David Brainerd was pursued by unearthly adversaries who were resolved to rob him of his reward. He knew he must never take off his armor, but lie down to rest with his corselet laced. The stains that marred the perfection of his lustrous dress and the spots of rust on his gleaming shield are imperceptible to us, but they were to him the source of much sorrow and ardency of yearning.
– from The Life of David Brainerd –