“Worship is when we give God His breath back.”

If Jesus is here we are going to walk out of this place to live our lives to the glory of God the Father.

In the end, our worship is more about what we do than what we say.

If our worship isn’t visible, comprehensive and extravagant, the gospel we heard must have been tiny, empty and cheap.

If you have a story of grace, then you have a story of grace to tell.

If you’re waiting with God, waiting is okay. If you’re always waiting on God, you’ll be frustrated. God never seems to work at the speed that we want Him to.

Our scars are a witness to the world. They are apart of our story. Healed wounds that are symbols that God has restored us.

Who knows who’s waiting right now for one of us to invite them into God’s family?

The only wounds that define us are the wounds of Jesus Christ.

Advent is the season that can remind us God is working while we’re waiting and we’re really waiting with God.

You never lose by giving it all to Jesus.

Not going to give casual worship to a God of extravagant beauty and grace!

God is not a taker. God is a giver.

Every great thing requires a great sacrifice.

This is the residue of sin on planet earth. Things are broken. People are hurting. The night is here. Darkness is upon us. Yet shining in the night is a Savior, and He has come to shine on you.

Every Christian became a missionary the moment God breathed his Spirit into him or her.

God spoke to me.” Don’t let the voice of the darkness, tell you that you are not worth that God would not speak to you. Don’t let him tell you, you don’t matter. God spoke to you.

I like celluloid, I like film, I like the way that when a movie is projected it sort of breathes a little in the gate. That’s the magic of it to me.

We have our thoughts, our hopes, our fears, and yet we know that in a moment a change may come over any one of us that will convert a living, breathing human being into a mass of lifeless clay.

Imagine what I would have done with my fire-breathing fists.

When I went to jail, reality hit so hard that it took my breath away, took my stance away, took my strength away. I was there buck naked, humiliated, sitting in my own crap and urine – this is a metaphor. My ego had run off. Your ego is the biggest coward.

You can make my chest swell with joy and cave with pain but peace is something I taught myself. Chest swelling chest caving with each new breath of fresh air.

Breathing dreams like air.

When anger rises up I let it breathe. A fire burns out, eventually.

Entangle me, into your talkative eyes. Let me breathe in, your breath often. For I’m tired of floating, in the shallow waters, when I want to get choked.