It takes the combined efforts of the Trinity to keep you out of hell. I’ll do anything on earth to help a sinner. I’ll do anything in the world to put the devil and all his cohorts in hell. Conversion must be effected by the influence of the truth on the mind. Truth resisted, loses its power on the mind that resists and each resistance weakens the truth. When God begins to show His power, then the devil and all of the demons get busy. Religion makes its appeal to your sensibility, not your intellect. The way into the kingdom is heart first, not head first. God is not an explanation; God is a revelation. Most people are converted at revival services. If you are thirty and have not been converted, the chances are that if you are not converted now, you will never be converted. If it weren’t for revivals, just think what hell would be like. If you spurn Jesus Christ you are doing the same thing which the Pharisees did. Some say a revival is only temporary; so is a bath, but it does you good. Trouble with some fellows is that they have their religion and property in their wives’ names. You’ve got to be something more than a brother-in-law to God. If God had his way there’d be no saloons. The history of the church is a history of revivals; when any preacher talks against revivals, he’s a damn scoundrel. What the Church of God needs today is a baptism of horse sense. Some people never read the Bible from week-end to week-end. No wonder they are dried up like an Egyptian mummy. Religion doesn’t affect some poor old sinners any more than shooting peas at the Rock of Gibraltar with a pop gun. If I can win a man over to Christianity—to keep a drunkard sober, even just for a year, it’s worth every dollar. Some of the worst knockers I have in this county are the preachers—sour grapes; that’s the only way I can see it. You’ve been so dignified, stiff and worldly until you’ve grieved the Spirit of God. Give the Lord a main line and see what he’ll do these days. Never saw God bless a stingy gang yet. I feel like a shouting Methodist. When you get a Presbyterian shouting there’s something doing. I am pleading for the old-fashioned Pentacostal revival. My evangelism is 2,000 years old; as old as the nails in the cross. If a city sags morally, the reason is not with God, but with her citizenship. They’d rather have a dirty, rotten town. The biggest coward in America today, the biggest coward we have in the profession of Christian religion, who is afraid to come out and declare himself in a campaign like this is the business man. He is afraid of some saloon keeper, some brewer, some gambler and others of that kind—they’re afraid they will lose their trade by it, and by the eternal God they ought to be punished before the moon changes. I believe you are getting ready to place this town on the map as a place where the name of God and decency are revered.