Our Christian publication, the Voice of Truth Magazine carries articles by "the old divines" as we call them (early Baptists and Puritans), sermons and editorial by our late Pastor L. R. Shelton, Sr., praise in poetry, the children's story hour, prophecy by Dr. A. R.Copeland, letters from our readers, Book Room specials, a letter from our Pastor, Bro. Albert Pendarvis, smaller sermons, and more. Beginning in 2007, the "Voice of Truth" (7" x 10") is published on a quarterly basis.

Hear  what this haughty king says (What is thy petition, and what is thy request? It shall be granted thee), and say shall not God hear and answer the prayers of his own elect, that cry day and night to him? Esther came to a proud imperious man; we come to the God of love and grace. She was not called; we are: the Spirit says, "Come" and the bride says, "come." She had a law against her; we have a promise, many a promise in favour of us: Ask, and it shall be given you. She had no frined to introduce her, or intercede for her, while on the contrary, he that was then the king's favourite was her enemy; but we have an advocate with the Father, in whom he is well pleased. Let us therefore come boldly to the throne of grace.          ~ Matthew Henry

Heaven is a day without a cloud to darken it,
and without a night to end it.

How can we expect to live with God in Heaven
        if we love not to live with Him on earth?

No man can paint the essences of the honeycomb, the sweetness of the cluster of Canaan, the sweetness of paradise, the fragrancy of the rose of Sharon. As the being of things cannot be painted, and as the sweetness
of things cannot be painted, no more can that assurance of joy, that flows from believing, be painted or expressed; they are too great and too glorious for weak man to picture or set forth.-CHS

The remorse of the evangelical penitent is a sorrowful remorse, a deep contrition
of heart, not so much for the punishment to which he has exposed himself, as for the indignity he has done to a holy, a gracious, and a merciful God... Trusting that the spotless Lamb of God was pierced for his iniquities, the true penitent mourns, not
so much for himself as for Him. And so real, so deep is his penitential sorrow that though there were no conscience to accuse, no judge to condemn, no devil to affright, no Hell to torment, yet he would mourn and be in bitterness for having offended that God who has loved him, pierced that Saviour who died for him, and grieved that Spirit who sanctifies and comforts him. — John Colquhoun

Faith makes giants look like grasshoppers,
and unbelief makes grasshoppers look like the Anakim.

Unbelief looks at the difficulty, and faith looks at God.

       Furnish thyself with arguments from the promises to enforce thy prayers, and make them prevalent with God. The promises are the ground of faith, and faith, when strengthened, will make thee fervent, and such fervency ever speeds and returns with victory out of the field of prayer... The mightier any is in the Word, the more mighty he will be in prayer. – William Gurnall

   One way to get comfort is to plead the promise of God in prayer, show Him
His handwriting: God is tender of His Word.– Thomas Manton

   There is a wonderful prevalency in the joint prayers of His people. When Peter was in prison, the church met and prayed him out of his enemies' hands.
A prince will grant a petition subscribed by the hands of whole city, which, may be, he would not at the request of a private subject, and yet love him well too. There is an especial promise to public prayer: "Where two or three are gathered together in My name, there am I in the midst of them."
– William Gurnall

   Prayer is the soul's breathing itself into the bosom of its heavenly Father. – Thomas Watson

Ten thousand talents once I owed, And nothing had to pay;
But Jesus freed me from the load, and washed my debt away.

Yet since the Lord forgave my sin, and blotted out my score,
Much more indebted I have been, than e'er I was before.

My guilt is cancelled quite I know, and satisfaction, made;
But the vast debt of love I owe can never be repaid.

The love I owe for sin forgiven, for power to believe,
For present peace and promised heaven, no angel can conceive.

That love of Thine, Thou sinner's Friend! Witness Thy bleeding heart!
My little all can ne'er extend to pay a thousandth part.

Nay more, the poor returns I make I first from Thee obtain;
And 'tis of grace that Thou wilt take such poor returns again.

'Tis well – it shall my glory be (Let who will boast their store)
In time and to eternity, to owe Thee more and more.

–John Newton