If I can trust the word of a friend, why do I question the word of the God of the universe? Go figure. Sin is truly bizarre." [Running Scared, p. 111]

Jesus did not die to increase our self-esteem. Rather, Jesus died to bring glory to the Father by redeeming people from the curse of sin.

The rule of thumb is that if someone is able to be verbally or physically abusive, he or she is able to understand that the behavior is wrong.

We are more concerned about looking stupid (fear of people) than we are about acting sinfully (fear of the Lord).

If our failure to consistently worship the true God is the key feature of sin, we are sinners all.

When you are in the grips of low self-esteem, it’s painful, and it certainly doesn’t feel like pride. But I believe that this is the dark, quieter side of pride — thwarted pride.

God is God, He is not tame and domesticated like we sometimes (try to) make Him.

Sanctification is like a clumsy, slow walk rather than a light switch that we turn from off to on.

Speaker says psychology has commandeered "everything hard" and partitioned it from Scripture with the assumption that its causes are biological

God's self-revelation is a higher authority than our feelings.

Worry’s magnetic attraction can only be broken by a stronger attraction, and David is saying [in Psalm 27] we can only find that attraction in God Himself.

You got off on the wrong foot. I merely watched you shove it into your mouth.

Sin and grace, absence and presence, tragedy and comedy, they divide the world between them and where they meet head on, the Gospel happens.

Hang on, did you just call me Angel?" I asked."If I did?""I don't like it."He grinned. "It stays, Angel.

The hardest bit of information to extract is the first piece.

The Cold War is over. And our focus has got to be on intelligence, increased manpower, fighting internationally targets.

My bones are as hard as a rock. Every time I have a biopsy, the doctors are doing hand exercises a week, ten days out.

My doubts stand in a circle around every word, I see them before I see the word, but what then! I do not see the word at all, I invent it.

Am I caught in a self-centred, narrow little cell which refuses to look beyond? Do I see it when you come along and tell me that my brain is the brain of all mankind?

Earthly majesty is always akin to the fallen angel, who is proud and unhappy, beautiful but troubled, and whose plans and efforts, though vast, are denied access.

God will reward you,' he said. 'You must be an angel since you care for flowers.