A Christian is nothing but a sinful man who has put himself to school for Christ for the honest purpose of becoming better.
Christianity is simply the ideal form of manhood represented to us by Jesus Christ.
If you want your neighbor to know what Christ will do for him, let the neighbor see what Christ has done for you.
Christ is risen! There is life, therefore, after death! His resurrection is the symbol and pledge of universal resurrection!
The religion of Jesus Christ is not ascetic, nor sour, nor gloomy, nor circumscribing. It is full of sweetness in the present and in promise.
Men who neglect Christ, and try to win heaven through moralities, are like sailors at sea in a storm, who pull, some at the bowsprit and some at the mainmast, but never touch the helm.
Christ certainly did come to destroy the law and the prophets.
Take from the Bible the Godship of Christ, and it would be but a heap of dust.
To be a Christian is to obey Christ no matter how you feel.
A Christianity which will not help those who are struggling from the bottom to the top of society, needs another Christ to die for it.
If Christ is the wisdom of God and the power of God in the experience of those who trust and love Him, there needs no further argument of His divinity.
Where human life needs most sympathy, where usually it is the most barren, there it is that Christ is more likely to be found than anywhere else.
A man's religion is himself. If he is right-minded toward God, he is religious; if the Lord Jesus Christ is his schoolmaster, then he is Christianly religious.
Religion would save a man; Christ would make him worth saving.
Going out into life--that is dying. Christ is the door out of life.
Men who stand on any other foundation than the rock Christ Jesus are like birds that build in trees by the side of rivers. The bird sings in the branches, and the river sings below, but all the while the waters are undermining the soil about the roots, till, in some unsuspected hour, the tree falls with a crash into the stream; and then its nest is sunk, its home is gone, and the bird is a wanderer.
So we fall asleep in Jesus. We have played long enough at the games of life, and at last we feel the approach of death. We are tired out, and we lay our heads back on the bosom of Christ, and quietly fall asleep.
If Christ is not divine, every impulse of the Christian world falls to a lower octave, and light and love and hope decline.
If we are like Christ, we shall seek, not to absorb, but to reflect the light which falls upon others, and thus we shall become pure and spotless.
The religion that fosters intolerance needs another Christ to die for it.
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