Now, let them both come. We want to have unity in God’s people. They must have it, friends. We are brethren. We might different one from another, but we’re still brothers. The brother next to me is tall, light-headed, heavyset, big, chunky-built, pugilist-type boy. But my mother setting out there is his mother, and my father is his father. He doesn’t see—look like me; he doesn’t talk like me. There is nothing about me that resembles him. Why, our habits is not alike; our ways are not alike; but still we are brethren. We are brethren. His father is my…If my family will accept him with all of his peculiarities, they accept me with mine. So that’s makes us brothers. So if God has accepted me with my peculiar ways and you with yours, we are brothers and sisters in Christ Jesus. No matter where we go to church, the thing of it is, have we been filled with God’s Spirit? That’s it. That’s the main thing. And believe Him.

Come and See, 1953-08-30, Chicago, IL, §11