“If I have the courage to acknowledge my limits and embrace them, I can experience enormous freedom. If I lack this courage, I will be imprisoned by them.”

Jesus associated with the outcasts; he spoke with them, touched them, ate with them, loved them.

It only makes sense to ask God for guidance in the context of a life committed to “seeking first the kingdom.”

The primary goal of spiritual life is human transformation.

Sloth is the failure to do what needs to be done when it needs to be done – like the kamikaze pilot who flew seventeen missions.

The only cure from sin is by maintaining a vision of God.

We’d like to be humble…but what if no one notices?

One of the great illusions of our time is that hurrying will buy us more time.

The church is in the hope business.

You must ruthlessly eliminate hurry from your life.

The greatest bloodbaths in the history of the human race were recorded in the twentieth century in countries that sought to eliminate God, worship, and faith.

The Bible does not say you are God’s appliance; it says you are his masterpiece. Appliances get mass-produced.

We may be unlovely yet we are not unloved.

Significance is about who we are before it is about what we do.

Greatness is never achieved through indecision.

God wishes to be seen, wishes to be sought, wishes to be expected, and wishes to be trusted.

Jesus gave the world its most influential movement.

Though God alone never tastes woe, Yet that man is happy, and poets sing of him, Who conquers with hand or swift foot And wins the greatest of prizes By steadfastness and strength.

I have only a small flickering light to guide me in the darkness of a thick forest. Up comes a theologian and blows it out.

I imagine a soul is a little perfect crystal egg floating in your chest.

The hankering of the mind is irresistible.

The point is the love story. We live in a love story in the midst of war.

God’s address is at the end of your rope.

To bear lightly the neck’s yoke brings strength; but kicking against the goads is the way of failure.

I’m obsessed with the form of a toolbox.