I am so thankful for God’s mercy, grace, and patience for all the times I fell into sin. I am so grateful that He never stopped chasing me no matter how far I fell.

(God) will always grant us wisdom when we ask. And when we seek Him and obey Him, He works all things out for our good.

God is our hope and strength. And hope never disappoints. (Romans 5:5). We can place our confidence in Him without fear.

We cannot let our hurts, fears, and prejudices get in the way of God’s calling for our lives.

We can only trust God to change hearts and lives, and let Him use us to stand up for Him, and to love the hurting.

... we can know with confidence that God sees us. He hears us. He knows us and feels our pain. He loves us and He acts on our behalf.

I need to accept God’s love and forgiveness, turning away from my sin and toward Him starting every day anew just as His mercies are new every morning.

God needs loving, accepting, and compassionate people—not accepting of sin, but accepting God’s forgiveness of sin for all who repent.

Who am I to put boundaries on God’s forgiveness? If God had put boundaries on His grace and mercy to me, when would enough have been enough?

Out of misery, comes unexpected joy.

Oppression does not know the meaning of provincial boundaries. Aren't our energies better spent fighting the common enemy instead of each other?

The Darwinian adaptive trait of our time is the ability to figure out when we are being lied to on television.

It is only the cynicism that is born of success that is penetrating and valid.

Human reason is by nature architectonic.

A tribulation gives you the opportunity to test a truth you have always believed.

God is using my struggle. My struggle is the answer to the prayer.

I live on a canyon at the edge of San Mateo. We are fortunate to have lots of suburban wildlife as our neighbors, though I kind of wish the rattlesnakes would stop curling up by our back door.

When this is over, the media will lose interest [in the relationship]. There’ll be nothing to say. It won’t fit into a headline anymore. It won’t fit into a template.

People want me to do the strangest things. They want me to sign their arms or chests.