“When God breathes He breathes on hard-hearted people.”

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.

Hear Jesus as a family and serve Him. Care about people and love people.

No matter where we are, what air we breathe or which stars we are under. Your eyes always take me to dream land; that inner child-like peace of mind. That I crave when you’re gone and afar and I only see you when in my sleep.

Sometimes survival simply looks like breathing.

A true leader always keeps an element of surprise up his sleeve, which others cannot grasp but which keeps his public excited and breathless.

I bet my words are still tangled beneath that streetlight fighting for the right combination to stay.

I waited, quietly listened, cupped my ear to your mouth, but silence echoed grievously in the absence of sound. It was only warm breath and then emptiness.

Worship is when we give God His breath back.

Manners are of more importance than laws. Manners are what vex or soothe, corrupt or purify, exalt or debase, barbarize or refine us, by a constant, steady, uniform, insensible operation, like that of the air we breathe.

Sundays are for moving gently, breathing softly, and living slowly.