Not too much – just enough to make me happy, but not so much that I get addicted.

 

I don’t want so much gospel that I learn to really hate covetousness and lust.

 

I certainly don’t want so much that I start to love my enemies, cherish self-denial, and contemplate missionary service in some alien culture.

 

I want ecstasy, not repentance; I want transcendence, not transformation.

 

I would like to be cherished by some nice, forgiving, broad-minded people, but I myself don’t want to love those from different races – especially if they smell.

 

I would like enough gospel to make my family secure and my children well behaved, but not so much that I find my ambitions redirected or my giving too greatly enlarged. I would like about three dollars worth of the gospel, please.

 

- D. A. Carson