There is a season for everything under the sun—even when we can’t see the sun.
Strength is gathered on the journey, not granted at the outset.
What good is faith if it causes pain for another? What good is religion if it does no good? What good is any belief that leads to hate?
Prayer is meant to happen everywhere. After all, Daniel prayed in the lion’s den. Jonah prayed in a fish’s stomach. Elijah prayed in the desert. And Jesus prayed on the cross.
Somewhere, somehow, at some unknown intersection between prayer and work, God indwells our humble offering—God indwells us—and turns human actions into spiritual awakenings.
Prayer is the main dish. Everything else is gravy.
It’s easier to be close to God during prayer time when you’re close to God all the time.
There comes a point where you need to lose your religion in order to restore your relationship.
See every distraction as a clarion call back to prayer.
Prayer is about steeping in the Spirit of a God so loving that He totally changes you.
Prayer changes us because that’s what relationships do.
Nowadays when we bow our heads before meals, we no longer say grace—we receive it.
Prayer is simply a constant communion with Christ.
There’s nothing like breaking the law to hear from the Lord.
Work is easy when it’s full of meaning and shared with others.
God is the inevitability of humanity’s search for true meaning.
Rest in the knowledge that God is both abundantly gracious and ridiculously generous.
God has written us a book, and now we have the opportunity to respond with our words and actions.
What are the chances that of all 1.59629 quadrillion square feet of physical land on planet Earth, three major world religions are literally fighting over one single rock?
John Wesley’s own grave holds the bones of many other people, including at least five ministers. One can only imagine the bickering.
You know it’s a real salvation when Baptists use cold water.
I believe that people are holy because they’re made in the image of God, and a place can be holy when God is present—but no place is so holy that it’s worth shedding the blood of those who bear the image of God.
Left to our own devices, we will make God in our own image.
Only God gets the glory when revival comes to town.
The Kingdom of Heaven wants to rest in our hearts.
What if making peace with our warring hearts—peace within—is the first step to world peace?
As one would expect, the Pope’s schedule is quite disciplined—he wakes up at four o’clock each morning and runs on the treadmill for an hour. I’m totally kidding. Nobody’s knees have time for that.
The battle belongs to the Lord, and we already know that He wins the war.