“The point of your life is to point to Him. Whatever you are doing, God wants to be glorified, because this whole thing is His.”

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.

Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.

The past was great no doubt, but I sincerely believe that the future will be more glorious still.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.

Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!

Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.

But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!

Glory and gore go hand in hand.

There is no glory in punishing.