The greatest resource a worship leader has is his relationship with his wife.

The Christian faith is a singing faith, and a good way to express it and share it with others is in community singing.

I would pray that I'd leave a legacy of faith, trust and joy. For the joy of the Lord has been my strength and song, and I praise Him.

There is not a situation in life where there isn't a hymn and a Scripture to meet the need. I'm thankful for the Word of God, and I praise Him for the privilege of still being able to memorize.

Hold tenderly that which you cherish, for it is precious and a tight grip may crush it. Do not let the fear of dropping it cause you to hold it too tightly: the chances are, it's holding you, too.

Ephesians 3:20 says that God is able to do "exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think." And I'm praying that Ephesians 3:20 will be fulfilled-in my life personally, and also in the church.

My wife never knew she'd be married to a 90-year-old. And I've prayed that I wouldn't be a crabby old coot, but a happy, joyous man who would let her know each day how much I love her and thank her for her loving care.

Within two years of my conversion, at a Bible conference at Mt. Hermon in California, I dedicated my life to the Lord for full-time service. And since then, I have been joyfully following in that path that He has led me on.

I've been moved in recent days by Psalm 104:34-35: "I will sing to the Lord as long as I live. I will give praise to my God while I have my being. My meditation of him will be sweet. I will be glad in the Lord." And with my song I want to praise Him.

America is such a mess right now, and it's getting worse all the time. It seems as though the whole atmosphere of our nation - of unrest and unsettledness and need and struggle - is pointing to a most wonderful, opportune time to present the reason for our hope.

My mother told me, "Memorize the hymnbook and the Psalms of David, and you'll find them to be the greatest help in preaching and sharing your faith with others." Mother was right. I can't see to read anymore, but "my meditation of Him shall be sweet" (Psalm 104:34). And He constantly speaks to me.

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