Jesus doesn't avoid those who mess up. Jesus runs to those who mess up.

My sin in the past: forgiven. My current struggles: covered. My future failures: paid in full all by the marvelous, infinite, matchless grace found in the atoning work of the cross of Jesus Christ.

God is awesome; he doesn’t need you to be awesome. He wants you to be obedient.

Love says: I've seen the ugly parts of you, and I'm staying. Our culture doesn't love love; It loves the idea of love. It wants the emotion without the sacrifice.

If you’re a church person and not a Jesus person, my heart hurts for you. It’s like being engaged and never getting married. It’s miserable.

The more you make this world about you, the more miserable you will be.

Comfort is the god of our generation, so suffering is seen as a problem to be solved, and not a providence from God.

No change of job, no increased income, no new home, no new electronic device, or no new spouse is going to make things better inside of you.

God is at work in the mess. That's the message of the Bible. That's why the Bible is not pretty. That's why it's grimy, because God is working in the mess. He's working in the tears.

Faith doesn’t mean an absence of fear. It means facing fear and trusting that God’s goodness is greater.

God does not regret saving you. There is no sin which you commit which is beyond the cross of Christ.

Our tears are trying to serve a purpose, but we rarely let them. I don't know how we got started with subverting that purpose.

The point is, as death gets closer - what's so wrong with wanting someone you love to live forever?

Getting even with somebody is no way to get ahead of anybody.

Distance is a great promoter of admiration.

It's much easier, I think, to protect communications while they're in transit at least, than it is to enforce legislation in every country in the world to say that you can't do this.

I love glamorous women. Hugh adores glamour, as well. Im completely behind women dressing up and looking as good as they can.

I think it's the tragedy of our time that we're not aware of the affect of the manner in which we've adopted tools. Those tools have become who we are.

If I ever bore you, it'll be with a knife.

My nonviolence does recognize different species of violence, defensive and offensive.

An injury may prove a blessing.