God intends... our care of Creation to reflect our love for the Creator.

We should not ask, ‘What is wrong with the world?’ for that diagnosis has already been given. Rather we should ask, “What has happened to salt and light?

A Christian should resemble a fruit tree with real fruit, not a Christmas tree with decorations tied on

We must allow the Word of God to confront us, to disturb our security, to undermine our complacency and to overthrow our patterns of thought and behavior.

The purpose of prayer is emphatically not to bend God's will to ours, but rather to align our will to his.

We must be global Christians with a global vision because our God is a global God.

What we need is not more learning, not more eloquence, not more persuasion, not more organization, but more power from the Holy Spirit.

We are sent into the world, like Jesus, to serve. For this is the natural expression of our love for our neighbors. We love. We go. We serve.

The Christian's chief occupational hazards are depression and discouragement.

Sin and the child of God are incompatible. They may occasionally meet; they cannot live together in harmony

Christians who neglect the Bible simply do not mature.

You can tease it's mane all you like, but you can't turn a house cat into a lion.

It is strange, is it not, how the more strenuously we deny the importance of race in human affairs, the more obsessed with it and the touchier on the subject we grow.

I have never believed in the impossible.

He marvelled at the fact that the cats had two holes cut in their fur at precisely the spot where their eyes were.

But when you get to a song, not only do you have to do a vocal melody, you have to write words and not be redundant and make some semblance of a story

I really think that martial arts and music are very close to each other and both require a lot of focus and improvisation because you don't know where or when you're going to get kicked!

I'd love to write a country album with Adele.

We do not pray at all until we are at our wits' end.

Someone in the England team will have to grab the ball by the horns.

My banks they are furnish'd with bees, Whose murmur invites one to sleep.