Far better for a man that he had never been born than that he should degrade a pulpit into a show box to exhibit himself in. - Charles Haddon Spurgeon

There is no glory in being a featherbed soldier, a man bedecked with gorgeous medals, but never beautified by a scar, or ennobled by a wound. All that you ever hear of such a soldier is that his spurs jingle on the pavement as he walks. There is no history for this carpet knight. He is just a dandy. He never smelled gunpowder in battle in his life. If he did, he fetched out his cologne to kill the offensive odor. Oh, if we could be wise enough to choose, even were as wise as the Lord Himself, we would choose the troubles which He has appointed to us, and we would not spare ourselves a single pang.

If Christ has died for me, I cannot trifle with the evil that killed my best Friend.

Our motto is, “With God, anywhere: without God, nowhere.” Barbed Arrows, Page 182