Fear can paralyze us and keep us from believing God and stepping out in faith. The devil loves a fearful Christian!

There are three of you. There is the person you think you are. There is the person others think you are. There is the person God knows you are and can be through Christ.

A prayerless Christian is a powerless Christian.

Be assured that there is no sin you have ever committed that the blood of Jesus Christ cannot cleanse.

The blood of the martyrs is the seed of the church.

The very practice of reading [the Bible] will have a purifying effect upon your mind and heart. Let nothing take the place of this daily exercise.

Confidentiality is the essence of being trusted.

In some ways, Christians are homeless. Our true home is waiting for us, prepared by the Lord Jesus Christ.

Someday your life will be over, no matter how much attention you give to your health. Will you look back with regret, because you nourished your body but starved your soul?

All around you are people whose lives are filled with trouble and sorrow, and they need your compassion and encouragement.

The way we live often speaks far louder than our words.

What would Jesus do? One thing is obvious, if there is one thing Jesus would NOT do - is to behave like his followers.

Beware! Your mind is a target!

He loved her.And she loved him.And in such bliss does devastation grow.

God plants our spiritual giftings deep, so it will take years to claim them, but that gives Him time to refine His message in our hearts.

So Rita and I decided that the most subversive, revolutionary thing I could do was to show up for my life and not be ashamed.

Don't ever let someone tell you you can't do something.

I felt strong around and always been around people who have very strong environmental convictions.

I was a lawyer for 10 years, and several of my clients had the misfortune, through no fault of my own, of going to prison. I visited them occasionally.

Even a monotonously undeviating path of self-examination does not necessarily lead to self-knowledge. I stumble towards my grave confused and hurt and hungry.

[Jack] Kerouac was writing fiction. What he did when he wrote about me...he made me out with Russian Countesses and Swiss accounts and other things I didn't have or didn't happen and so on.