“We must go out into a desert of some kind (your backyard will do) and come into a personal experience of the awesome love of God.”

Letting ourselves be loved by God is more important than loving God.

To be alive is to be broken; to be broken is to stand in need of grace.

I have been seized by the power of a great affection.

The Good News of the gospel of grace cries out: We are all, equally, privileged but unentitled beggars at the door of God’s mercy!

We even refuse to be our true self with God- and then wonder why we lack intimacy with him.

The gospel declares that no matter how dutiful or prayerful we are, we can’t save ourselves. What Jesus did was sufficient.

Hope knows that if great trials are avoided great deeds remain undone and the possibility of growth into greatness of soul is aborted.

There is an essential connection between experiencing God, loving God, and trusting God. You will trust God only as much as you love him. And you will love him to the extent you have touched him, rather that he has touched you.

Jesus reveals a God who does not demand but who gives; who does not oppress but who raises up; who does not wound but who heals; who does not condemn but forgives.

The Christian with depth is the person who has failed and who has learned to live with it.

The men and women who are truly filled with light are those who have gazed deeply into the darkness of their own imperfect existence.

Today on planet Earth, may you experience the wonder and beauty of yourself as Abba’s Child and temple of the Holy Spirit through Jesus Christ

There is a beautiful transparency to honest disciples who never wear a false face and do not pretend to be anything but who they are.

When we wallow in guilt, remorse, and shame over real or imagined sins of the past, we are disdaining God’s gift of grace.

Ruthless trust ultimately comes down to this: faith in the person of Jesus and hope in his promise.

The litmus test of our love for God is our love of neighbor.

The white foam knows nothing better than those sands which wait for it , rise to it and suck it in .but what do the waves know of the massed, hot, still sands of the desert just twenty , no , ten feet beyond the scalloped edge ?

We are used to thinking of the Arabs as primitive men of the desert, as a donkey-like nation that neither sees nor understands what is going around it. But this is a GREAT ERROR.

In their country, two fellow coutrymen whose paths berely cross (or see each only only briefly) with inferrence, would effusively rush themselves up (or throw themselves) into each other arms if they would happen to meet in a desert, among Cannibles.

It’s a treat to see the sun rise over the desert. What am I saying? It’s a treat to fire off a rocket car over the desert!

The marvellous instinct with which women are usually credited seems too often to desert them on the only occasions when it would be of any real use. One would say it was there for trivialities only

Critic, relent!Your hope for repentanceWill meet with disapppointment.For this is the life,Not desert tents,Not camel’s milk!

Look at you, you madman! Screaming you are thirsty and dying in a desert, when all around you there is nothing but water!

When a building is about to fall down, all the mice desert it.