Christianity is an adventure of the spirit or it is not Christianity.

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.

Imaginary happiness has an “end” and real happiness is “permanent”.

What a man enjoys about a woman's clothes are his fantasies of how she would look without them.

The world needs anger. The world often continues to allow evil because it isn't angry enough.

The 'cash for clunkers' program was a big success in part because it gave people the sense that the economy was moving.

Candide is one of those books I read when I was young and that I come back to regularly.

To succeed as a team is to hold all of the members accountable for their expertise.

Those who are to change significantly that which they freshly encounter must themselves be changed by the changing of it.

Being a fan of dance and a dancer, I love my classic dance movies.

The more abstract is form, the more clear and direct its appeal.

Love's mind of judgment rarely hath a taste: Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.