I hate thinking about it, teaching about it, and writing about it. But the plain truth is that hell is real and real people go there for eternity.

Church is what you do. Church is who you are. Church is the human outworking of the person of Jesus Christ. Let's not go to Church, let's be the Church.

If the request is wrong, God says, No. If the timing is wrong, God says, Slow. If you are wrong, God says, Grow. But if the request is right, the timing is right and you are right, God says, Go!

The local church is the hope of the world, and its future rests primarily in the hands of its leaders.

The heart and soul of the Christian life is learning to hear God's voice and then developing the courage to do what he asks us to do.

Storms draw something out of us that calm seas don't.

If you lower the ambient noise of your life and listen expectantly for those whispers of God, your ears will hear them. And when you follow their lead, your world will be rocked.

You have never looked in the eyes of someone who does not matter to God.

If you don't change your schedule, you'll be the same person you've always been.

You are the most difficult person you will ever lead.

The best gift you can give a human being is an introduction to a God who loves them.

The only thing worse than not having your dream come true is having it come true for a little while.

The courage to work with ourselves comes as basic trust in ourselves, as a sort of fundamental optimism.

Whoever is gripped by God's spirit turns to his creation with all the interest that comes from God's love.

Psychoanalysis is a science conducted by lunatics for lunatics. They are generally concerned with proving that people are irresponsible; and they certainly succeed in proving that some people are

When you fight something long enough, it becomes a center pole right in your life and you count on it to be there to fight with.

I'm totally crazy, I know that.

If our bones were not sending whispers of doubt to our hearts, there would be no need for prayer at all.

There are a lots of clowns in our family - our house is a fun house.

All is forgotten in the stone halls of the dead. These are the rooms of ruin where the spiders spin and the great circuits fall quiet, one by one.

Death is imposed only on creatures, not their creations, and has therefore always appeared in art in a broken form: as allegory.