Quotes from Skip Coryell

You don't understand radical Islam. It was founded by one man, a man with self-serving interests, and he spread his power and influence by conquering others. Muhammad claimed to be God's prophet, therefore, anything he said was considered equal to that of God. Did you know that Muhammad had 23 wives and concubines? Once he wanted to marry the wife of his step-son, something that was forbidden by Islamic law

But that's just part of the story: the easy part. The difficult part is this. Jesus loves those terrorists. He loved them when they slit the throats of unarmed passengers, and He even loved them when they flew those planes into balls of fire causing thousands of His children to die in flames and blood and agony. And He continues to love them still as they roast in eternal hell and damnation.

Guns are supposed to be dangerous Mr. Simmons, as are chain saws and axes and knives. Guns are, quite simply put, the power tools of freedom.

I still don't understand why they want to kill us all. Even if all of that is true, it doesn't make any sense to me." "It's because they define pagan as anyone who doesn't practice Islam. And, according to certain passages in the Koran, all pagans have to be converted or killed.

Hate the sin, but love the sinner. We must pray for our enemies as well as our friends and the ones we love. Because if we pray for them, they may repent, seek God's face and turn from their wicked ways.

And now you know the truth! You are infidels, pagans, arrogant soldiers of the great Satan! And since you are soldiers, then you are enemies, and you must die. America and the weakness of Christianity has stood in Islam's way far too long. And now, you will be crushed under the iron boot of Islam. It is time for America to die!

The first will be last, the last will be first. If you want to live you must first die to sin. If you want to be great, then you must first be the servant of all. And the paradoxes go on and on and

Jesus commanded us to love you, so I can't go ahead and kill you, even though right now my fallen flesh wants . . . ." Josh let the sentence die unended. He walked over to Momin, picked up the duct tape and wrapped it around his head several times, securely covering his mouth. When he was done, he stood up and nodded his head in satisfaction. "There! You're easier to love when you're not talking.

Dear Father, deliver us from evil. Deliver us from hatred. Heal our wounds, heal our souls. Give us inner peace in a world of dead and dying. Help us to love, even as they lay dying. Amen.

I often wonder what Thomas Jefferson would say about the present course of human events if he were alive today. Would he be alarmed at the present trend towards liberalism and big-government control? Would Thomas Jefferson subscribe to the popular doctrine of political correctness, or would he rail against it? I think Thomas Jefferson would tilt his head to one side and ask, 'What part of self-evident didn't you understand?

That's one thing I like about God. That old boy just never asked me to do nothin' He knows I can't. He always says, 'Hey Millie! You do this thing and I'll be helpin' ya all the way there.

But I just want ya to take care of one thing. Never make choices from the weakest part of you. Cuz you'll regret it for the rest of your days. But if you act outta the strongest part of yer soul, then no one can stop you! You hear me child? And you'll never, ever regret it!

Many people today do not understand that the sole purpose of government is to protect these higher laws, and when government serves no longer as our protector, then they have become our oppressor and thereby a threat to our families and the liberty on which this great nation was founded.

went back to her crossword puzzle - still looking for a five-letter word that meant "to believe in something without evidence". She sat down in the old wooden rocker. She was patient; it would come to her – in time – in the Lord's good time. She closed her eyes, and she rocked.

It's going to be okay, child. You're going to make it. God does everything for a reason, leaves nothing to chance, does it all, plans it all, all with purpose, all with meaning, all with love, all with care, all with . . . " The old man hesitated a moment and his smile broadened. "And if there's one thing I've learned in my 93 years on this little clump of dirt, God does it with wonderful style and timing. In His way and in His time.

I have no idea what I'm doing. I feel like I'm just kind of hanging on right now. I feel like a kid out of control and incredibly inept." The man nodded again. "Yes, you feel like there's no holes in your bowling ball. It feels big and clumsy and awkward and you can't get a good grip on it. You can't control it.

God doesn't come with handles, little one. He doesn't want to be controlled and thrown down the alley every time for a perfect strike. Life's not like that and neither is God. You will never totally understand God, and He will never spoon feed you with all the answers about life. Some things you just have to figure out for yourself, others, He will show you in due time. In His way and in His time.

the purpose of all art was to lend cosmos to chaos, beauty to the land, and hope to those in despair. Lance had always believed that art should do more than just imitate life; it should guide it and steer it; keep it on the true north compass heading of our creator. That was the purpose of the Bible, and all other literature was subordinate to it.

A father knows his children, and he knows them all by name.

It was at that moment, that moment right before my certain death, that I finally realized that nothing done in selfish or vain ambition will ever last. Anything that you do solely for yourself, will rot away, decompose, turn to dust and blow away at the moment of your passing.

I wasn't there. I'll never understand it the way you do. But friends don't always have to understand. Sometimes . . . they just have to be understanding.

There is a verse in the Bible which reads: 'Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness, who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter'. How did we get here America? When did we turn our backs on the precepts and common sense on which this country was founded? As a country, we have collectively lost our way, and nothing short of a total about face can save us!

every single time, without exception, my mom and dad were there for me. They picked me up; they held me; they told me how much they loved me, and, little by little, the hurt went away. And that's who God is, Angela. He's the world's most perfect parent. He's always there, and He'll never leave you. It says that in the Bible somewhere, and I believe it with all my heart. I believe it because God is my father, and that's what father's are like.

Whenever any form of government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the right of the people to alter or to abolish it!