“We often think of prayer as a means to an end. Prayer is the goal.”

He wants all or nothing. The thought of a person calling himself a ‘Christian’ without being a devoted follower of Christ is absurd.

Do you love this God who is everything, or do you just love everything He gives you?

If God cared only about religious activities, then the Pharisees would have been heroes of the faith.

Grace is when you should be totally punished but are blessed for no reason.

Where it gets weird is that nowadays there are millions of people on this earth who call themselves followers of Jesus, but their lives look nothing like His, and they’re not obeying the things that He called them to do.

In our world, where hundreds of things distract us from God, we have to intentionally and consistently remind ourselves of Him.

We have got to make disciples. Fun nights and pizza nights are not going to sustain us.

Worry implies that we don’t quite trust God is big enough, powerful enough, or loving enough to take care of what’s happening in our lives.

True faith manifests itself through our actions.

Following Christ isn’t something that can be done halfheartedly or on the side. It is not a label we can display when it is useful. It must be central to everything we do and are.

Our lack of intimacy is due to our refusal to unplug and shut off communication from all others so we can be alone with Him.

The irony is that while God doesn’t need us but still wants us, we desperately need God but don’t really want Him most of the time.

Lukewarm people don’t really want to be saved from their sin; they want only to be saved from the penalty of their sin.

Making disciples isn’t about gathering pupils to listen to your teaching. The real focus is not on teaching people at all–the focus is on loving them.

Why would we need to experience the Comforter if our lives are already comfortable?

The world says love yourself, grab all you can, follow your heart. Jesus says deny yourself, grab your cross and follow me.

Nothing. The Infinite knows no time, no space, no great, no small, no beginning, no end.

In this universe the top end is light and the bottom end is real hard stuff.

Where knowledge ends, religion begins.

As life nears its end with me, I find myself meditating more and more upon the mystery of its nature and origin, yet without the least hope that I can find out the ways of the Eternal in this or in any other world.

I pray to God. I don’t pray to the president, the governor, the mayor, no black caucus, no this and that. I pray to God, and that’s the end of it.

The first magic of love is our ignorance that it can ever end.

We are all born for love. It is the principle of existence, and its only end.

It is true that the king has made a truce with the duke of Burgundy for fifteen days and that the duke is to turn over the city of Paris at the end of fifteen days.