Preach the gospel, die and be forgotten.

Nicolaus Zinzendorf (Bishop, 1700 – 1760)

I have but one passion – it is He, it is He alone. The world is the field and the field is the world; and henceforth that country shall be my home where I can be most used in winning souls for Christ.

Nicolaus Zinzendorf (Bishop, 1700 – 1760)

Let the business of the world take care of itself… My business is to get the world saved; if this involves the standing still of the looms and the shutting up of the factories, and the staying of the sailing of the ships, let them all stand still. When we have got everybody converted they can go on again, and we shall be able to keep things going then by working half time and have the rest to spend in loving one another and worshipping God.

William Booth (Preacher, 1829 – 1912)

If there is anything of power in The Salvation Army today, it is because God has had all the adoration of my heart, all the power of my will, and all the influence of my life.

William Booth (Preacher, 1829 – 1912)

While there remains one dark soul without the light of God, I’ll fight – I’ll fight to the very end!

William Booth (Preacher, 1829 – 1912)

Grief is not just an emotion, it’s an unraveling, a space where something once lived but is now gone. It carves through you, leaving a hollow ache where love once resided. In the beginning it feels unbearable. Like a wound that will never close. But over time, the raw edges begin to mend. The pain softens, but the imprint remains a quiet reminder of what once was. The truth is, you never really move on. You move with it. The love you have does not disappear. It transforms. It lingers in the echoes of laughter and the warmth of old memories. In the silent moments where you still reach for what is no longer there. And that’s okay. Grief is not a burden to be hidden. It’s not a weakness to be ashamed of. It is the deepest proof that love existed. That’s something beautiful once touched your life. So let yourself feel it. Let yourself mourn. Let yourself remember. There is no timeline. There is no right way to grieve. Some days will be heavy and some will feel lighter. Some moments will bring unexpected waves of sadness, while others will fill you with gratitude for the love you were lucky enough to experience. Honor your grief, for it is sacred. It is a testament to the depth of your heart, and in time, through the pain you will find healing not because you have forgotten, but because you have learned how to carry both love and loss together.

Jim Carrey (Comedian)

We have to recognise, that the gin-palace, like many other evils, although as poisonous, is still a natural outgrowth of our social conditions. The tap-room in many cases is the poor man’s only parlour. Many a man takes to beer, not from the love of beer, but from a natural craving for the light, warmth, company, and comfort which is thrown in along with the beer, and which he cannot get excepting by buying beer. Reformers will never get rid of the drink shop until they can outbid it in the subsidiary attractions which it offers to its customers.

William Booth (Preacher, 1829 – 1912)

What is the use of preaching the Gospel to men whose whole attention is concentrated upon a mad, desperate struggle to keep themselves alive?

William Booth (Preacher, 1829 – 1912)

Before we go to our knees to receive the Baptism of Fire, let me beg of you to see to it that your souls are in harmony with the will and purpose of the Holy Spirit whom you seek.

William Booth (Preacher, 1829 – 1912)

Without excuse and self-consideration of health or limb or life, true soldiers fight, live to fight, love the thickest of the fight, and die in the midst of it.

William Booth (Preacher, 1829 – 1912)