“We are tempted to live under the illusion that somewhere out there are people who are normal.”

Over and over in the Bible, it is fear that threatens to keep people from trusting and obeying God.

Going in faith does not necessarily mean going with serenity or without doubts. Faith can be difficult.

God is a God of endless opportunities to do good; the God of the open door.

If we are serious about loving God, we must begin with people, all people. And especially we must learn to love those that the world generally discards.

Waiting on the Lord is a confident, disciplined, expectant, active, sometimes painful clinging to God.

You can only love and be loved to the extent that you know and are known by somebody.

One reason why we fail to hear God speak is that we are not attentive. We suffer from what might be called ‘spiritual mindlessness.’

True love is willing to warn, reprove, confront or admonish when necessary.

Failure does not shape you; the way you respond to failure shapes you.

Real question is not who was this man (Jesus), but who is this man?

We are too often double espresso followers of a decaf Sovereign.

Make your life about something bigger than your life.

To become truly free, you must surrender.

The Holy Spirit says: You are it. You are God’s plan. In a thirsty world, people need to be refreshed. It is a broken world, and people need to be healed. Now get out there and do it!

The good news as Jesus preached it is not just about the minimal entrance requirements for getting into heaven when you die. It is about the glorious redemption of human life-your life.

The character of the faith that allows us to be transformed by suffering and darkness is not doubt-free certainty; rather, it is tenacious obedience.

Behind the hieroglyphic streets there would either be a transcendent meaning, or only the earth.

We cast away priceless time in dreams, born of imagination, fed upon illusion, and put to death by reality.

Illusions can be changed.

If I live by illusions, you live by excuses.

I’ve always preferred mythology to history. History is truth that becomes an illusion. Mythology is an illusion that becomes reality.

The scent of rain is just as much as an illusion as your love.

There is no real direction here, neither lines of power nor cooperation. Decisions are never really made – at best they manage to emerge, from a chaos of peeves, whims, hallucinations and all around assholery.

Who knows what true loneliness is – not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.