“A relationship with God simply cannot grow when money, sins, activities, favorite sports teams, addictions, or commitments are piled up on top of it.”

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.

Jesus’ call to commitment is clear: He wants all or nothing.

God’s definition of what matters is pretty straightforward. He measures our lives by how we love.

Christians are like manure: spread them out and they help everything grow better, but keep them in one big pile and they stink horribly.

I smoke weed.It’s not an addiction. It’s something I wanna do. It’s not smart though. It’s not good for my body but I’m doing it. I’m not telling people to do it.

Too much of anything is bad, but too much Champagne is just right.

I know I write too many love poems, and perhaps this is me admitting that the love inside me is still there somewhere, stagnant – but its a cruel addiction. I need a intervention.

Since Satan can’t destroy the gospel, he has too often neutralized its usefulness by addition, subtraction or substitution.

If you look at people out on the street, if you look at people at restaurants, nobody’s having conversations anymore. They’re sitting at dinner looking at their phone, because their brain is so addicted to it.

Like deep water, she was silent. His lips tasted of salt. He was both addicting and bitter all at once.

Such alchemy your mystic eyes like a drug I’m addicted to your fiery kisses.

Can a toxic relationship be also a powerful addiction?