Quotes from Brother Andrew

Because if He were a King in name only, I would rather go back to the chocolate factory. I would remain a Christian, but I would know that my religion was only a set of principles, excellent and to be followed, but hardly demanding devotion. Suppose on the other hand that I were to discover God to be a Person, in the sense that He communicated and cared and loved and led. That was something quite different. That was the kind of King I would follow into any battle.

I'm just an ordinary person." That, of course, was exactly the appeal of this story. How, indeed, had God been able to use a fellow, with a bad back, a limited education, no sponsorship and no funds, to do things that well-connected, well-endowed people said were impossible? For us and other ordinary people, that was what made Brother Andrew's adventures so intriguing.

Don't pray for us. Pray with us.

The good jihad. It sounds like an oxymoron, until you look in your Bible at 2 Timothy 4:7. Paul says, "I have fought the good fight." In the Arabic translation those last three words are rendered "the good jihad." We

In western cultures it's not considered tolerant to insist that the only way of salvation is through the blood of Jesus Christ, which was shed on the cross. Yet that is fact. There is only one way in which we can be saved (John 14:6).

Scripture tells us to submit to governing authorities. That's a valid command—most of the time. However, when we fear God, there comes a time when we must resist human government and yield to a higher authority. Government is given to protect the good and to punish the bad (see Romans 13:3). When government protects the bad and punishes the good, then our submission to legal authority may have to end. This becomes the source of persecution for righteousness' sake.

I've heard you say that before: 'I seek the brethren.' But what then?" "You listen.

Take note, complaining is not the same as prayer. It doesn't require any spiritual insight to grumble.

That, of course, was exactly the appeal of his story. How, indeed, had God been able to use a fellow with a bad back, a limited education, no sponsorship and no funds, to do things that well-connected, well-endowed people said were impossible? For us

But I knew that we had really met, she the Catholic from Eastern Europe, I the Protestant from the West. There on the crowded tramway platform we had met as Christians.

I could hardly wait to tell Corrie what God had done with the thimbleful of willingness we had offered Him.

I thought that I would never reach for it again without remembering the old granny in front of me now, standing almost on tiptoe, squinting as she strained to see the words in the Bible her son held aloft.