A missional church is a church that must live the dialectic. It must stay in the journey.

The church of Jesus needs to wake up from the exile of passivity and embrace liminality and adventure or continue to remain a religious ghetto for culturally co-opted, fearful, middle-class folk.

Because we believe that somewhere in the nest of paradigms contained in the phrase "missional church" lies nothing less that the future viability of Western Christianity.

Building community for its own sake is like attending a cancer support group without having cancer.

You can do more with 12 disciples than with 1,200 religious consumers.

It's not so much that the church has a mission, it's that the mission of God has a church.

The safety-obsessed church lacks the inner dynamic to foster profound missional impact in our time.

A retreatist spirituality is not a spirituality that can, or will, transform the world in Jesus's name.

We will have to take risks, to chance failure, to be willing to walk away from the familiar paths that have brought us to this point.

Every Christian is a sent one. There is no such thing as an unsent Christian.

In missional churches, the baby birds have been pushed out of the nest and are learning to fly for themselves.

It will be your duty, and it will be your pleasure too to estimate her (as you chose her) by the qualities that she has, and not by the qualities she may not have.

If peace cannot be maintained with honor it is no longer peace.

Man is born to live, not to prepare for life.

When people say I'm powerful, it scares me in a way. If you saw what I see when I wake up in the morning, you wouldn't think that either.

Honors to me now are not what they once were.

Admiration is a very short-lived passion, that immediately decays upon growing familiar with its object.

It seems, though, that historically we have now reached a position in which Jews cannot legitimately be understood always and only as presumptive victims.

Drink was the most fearsome of deceivers ... for it promised one thing and came through with quite another.

I love belts. My husband always jokes with me, because he always calls me out on my belts, he's always like, "Just belt it, like you always say."

Salvation is a helmet, not a nightcap.