The apostles had this instinct: When in trouble, pray. When intimidated, pray. When challenged, pray. When persecuted, pray!

Persistent calling upon the name of the Lord breaks through every stronghold of the devil, for nothing is impossible with God. For Christians in these troubled times there is simply no other way.

No matter what I preach or what we claim to believe in our heads, the future will depend upon our times of prayer.

I discovered an astonishing truth: God is attracted to weakness. He cannot resist those who humbly and honestly admit how desperately they need him.

He (God) is not looking for smart people, because He is the smart one. All he wants are people simple enough to trust him.

Anything, and I mean anything, becomes a blessing if it drives us to prayer.

By not forgiving, by not letting wrongs go, we aren't getting back at anyone. We are merely punishing ourselves by barricading our own hearts.

The birth of the church was during a prayer meeting, not preaching, not singing, but prayer.

God is more powerful than anybody's past, no matter how wretched. He can make us forget - not by erasing the memory but by taking the sting and paralyzing effect out of it

Your future and mine are determined by this one thing: seeking after the Lord.

What does it say about our churches today that God birthed the church in a prayer meeting, and prayer meetings today are almost extinct?

Negative words have a way of permeating our system and making themselves comfortable in our sub-conscious. Once they find a place in our sub-conscious, they become a stronghold.

Poetry fettered, fetters the human race. Nations are destroyed or flourish in proportion as their poetry, painting, and music are destroyed or flourish.

It's a complex relationship when your dad happened to be president and you are president and then you have all the amateur psychology that goes on when people try to speculate about motivations.

We can't live without taxes, but we sure would like to have good ones.

To pray is to mount on eagle's wings above the clouds and get into the clear heaven where God dwelleth.

...but the truth is that I don't feel like I can carry anyone but myself right now. The streets are empty. I am empty. Or, no--I am full of pain. It's my life that's empty.

Every thought, word, or deed, either purifies or pollutes the body.

The best laughs are on the recognition of truth.

If you're not grown up enough to understand that a trailer is not done by the director, then fine. Judge the movie from the trailer.

We've been playing ugly. Without all of our bodies, we've been kicking it all over the shop, but fortunately we've been able to make the big buckets and rely on our defense for once.