“Sin doesn’t make us bad, sin makes us dead. The gospel doesn’t make us better, the gospel makes us alive.”

There is a direct correlation between your appreciation of what Christ has done for you and the expression of worship.

Yet, Jesus is selfless in the way He gives His life away for you. So if your gaze is on Him, you will treat others as He is treating you.

God isn’t waiting on our memo. He is waiting on us to focus enough on Him that we get His memo.

I’m dead in the water if I can’t see the all sufficient glory of God.

If only everyone could know we’ve been created by and for God! If only we could all comprehend that we’re precious to Him, housing mirrored souls designed to reflect His glory.

Why are all Christians happy and praising Jesus? It’s because we are not DEAD! We may be imperfect, but we aren’t DEAD!

If there’s a perfect family out there, we’re all happy for that family. But most families aren’t perfect. Most families are living with some sort of challenge or some sort of difficulty.

It’s not the elements of our worship that are awesome. It’s the object of our worship Who is awesome.

God calls each and every star by name. It’s not likely He has forgotten yours.

It is because of our foolishness that we forget who God is.

Thank you Jesus you are a stone mover. And you can move any stone away.

Worship is our response to what we value most. As a result, worship fuels our actions, becoming the driving force of all we do.

As an overflow of my life – the wake I leave behind with my little dash on earth – I want others to fall in love with Jesus and know of His great hope and purpose for their lives.

Humility is not a character trait to develop, it’s the natural by-product of being with Jesus.

Whenever you say ‘yes’ to anything, there is less of you for something else. Make sure your ‘yes’ is worth the less.

Worship is our response, both personal and corporate, to God for who He is, and what He has done; expressed in and by the things we say and the way we live.

Labor to keep alive in your breast that little spark of celestial fire called conscience.

Sometimes at night I would sleep open-eyed underneath a sky dripping with stars. I was alive then.

Love taught me to stay alive in the battle of life.

Because you are alive, everything is possible.

I’m happy to be alive, I’m happy to be who I am.

I want to stay hopeful, even though I get scared about why we’re even alive at all.

What is the point of being alive if you don’t at least try to do something remarkable?

I just look for someone who makes me feel like life is an exciting opportunity and, you know, just like to be alive.