What we call the Lord's prayer is actually the Disciple's Prayer because It says "Forgive us our trespasses" and Our LORD Jesus had no sin. Selah

If Jesus finished His work for us then be confident that He will finish His work in us. He is a FINISHER!

Bible study without Bible experience is pointless. Knowing Psalm 23 is different from knowing the shepherd.

Knowledge without Truth is information without illumination and its all like icing without cake, can be sweet, but it ends up making you sick.

Inventors make something out of anything, but God makes something out of nothing. Elohim needs no raw materials.

The validation of your dreams is not in the colour of your skin but in the quality of your heart.

The innocent little girl said at the end of her prayer "Jesus, please take care of yourself because if anything happens to you, we are all in trouble

All men are equal but their graces and abilities separates them and makes certain things possible for them than for others.

A disciple of Jesus Christ is a visible verbal follower of Jesus Christ at the expense of the ones and things that they hold dear. It's that serious.

Jesus is the same yesterday, today and forever and He doesn't need a makeover!

Grace is all that God is free to do for you, in you, with you and through you only because of the finished work of Jesus Christ.

Let a smile be your umbrella, and you'll end up with a face full of rain.

A voice cannot carry the tongue and the lips that gave it wings. Alone must it seek the ether. And alone and without his nest shall the eagle fly across the sun.

Time is clay; make something.

I wish the rock 'n' roll scene to be back in.

American Eagle can be a selling point for other young, cutting-edge companies to come to Pittsburgh

I feel 21. I've looked after myself and take my football seriously.

A college joke to cure the dumps.

I cannot start a story or chapter without knowing how it ends. ... Of course, it rarely ends that way.

Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies

By the plain form of my delirium I will blast the obstruction of every form around me into something barely called shadow. I sail. I swim to you. I know the water.