“Sometimes our brains are our own worst enemy because grace isn’t logical.”

Jesus sees our sin more clearly than anyone, yet He loves us more than anyone.

Jesus didn’t care about the scandal. He cared about the scandalous.

Notorious sinners didn’t kill Jesus. Religious people did.

I wonder if we have a lot of sons running around saying, “I want a Dad.” But you won’t abide in anyone.

Don’t you know you are the only Jesus many people will ever see? In compromising your lifestyle, you forfeit your capacity to accurately reflect God’s image and endanger an entire generation’s understanding of Jesus.

God is not in a hurry to fix us. Our behavior is not his first priority. We are his first priority. Loving us, knowing us, affirming us, protecting us. That is his top goal and his main concern.

Sometimes God takes your life for some crazy twists and turns.

What we do on Sunday absolutely doesn’t matter unless it meets us on Monday. Changes us on Monday. Transforms us on Monday.

Rules are not bad, but they can’t save anyone.

We need to abandon our scale and adopt God’s because our misguided labels keep us from the right kind of interaction with people.

The Bible is meant to be down-to-earth. It was written for real people facing real issues.

If we could get people to think about Jesus, we reasoned, Jesus was more than able to reveal himself to them.

Indifference was our greatest enemy.

When we meet grace, it becomes the fuel of our faith. We pray, we read our Bibles, we worship and we live the purest lifestyle we can because we love a person.

When you look in the eyes of grace, when you meet grace, when you embrace grace, when you see the nail prints in grace’s hands and the fire in his eyes, when you feel his relentless love for you – it will not motivate you to sin. It will motivate you to righteousness.

God transforms us one area at a time.

Bear in mind that brains and learning, like muscle and physical skill, are articles of commerce. They are bought and sold. You can hire them by the year or by the hour. The only thing in the world not for sale is character.

A mob is a group of persons with heads but no brains.

I don’t deserve a Songwriters Hall of Fame Award. But fifteen years ago, I had a brain operation and I didn’t deserve that, either. So I’ll keep it.

Worry clogs the brain and paralyzes the thought. A troubled brain can not think clearly, vigorously, locally.

The haven all memes depend on reaching is the human mind, but a human mind is itself an artifact created when memes restructure a human brain in order to make it a better habitat for memes.

It is not so much that we, using our brains, spin our yarns, as that our brains, using yarns, spin us.

If you look at people out on the street, if you look at people at restaurants, nobody’s having conversations anymore. They’re sitting at dinner looking at their phone, because their brain is so addicted to it.

Is a woman a thinking unit at all, or a fraction always wanting its integer?