Let’s look at the great Saint Paul. When he stood there with his eyes of faith, looked across the seas of time, he said, “In the last days it shall come to pass.” How in the last days they’d be heady, highminded, lovers of pleasure more than lovers of God: go out on Sunday afternoon and play golf instead of having a church, close it up on Sunday night ’cause it’s too hot to come. Lovers of pleasure more than lovers of God, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, and despisers of those that are good. “Oh,” you say, “he’s talking about infidels.” No, he wasn’t. “Having a form of godliness…” Fundamentally, just as fundamental as the other one was: “Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away.” I did, and I become a holy-roller (Hallelujah.), that when the wind goes to blowing I can give in to it, say, “Yes, Lord, I believe that You’re the same Jesus Christ that rose from the dead. You live yet today.” And the Spirit of God just sweeps It from one side to the other. You think we’re crazy, but we’re not: just got Life and flexible. Go ahead and mourn on if you want to, but God’s moving His—that undergrowth coming right on up. She’s going right on in the seed.

Why I Am a Holy-Roller, 1953-08-30, Chicago, IL, §64