The mark of a great church is not its seating capacity, but its sending capacity.
We may have as much of God as we will. Christ puts the key of the treasure-chamber into our hand, and bids us take all that we want. If a man is admitted into the bullion vault of a bank, and told to help himself, and comes out with one cent, whose fault is it that he is poor? Whose fault is it that Christian people generally have such scanty portions of the free riches of God?
Prosperity knits a man to the World. He feels that is “finding his place in it,” while really it is finding its place in him.