I knew, as soon as I woke up, that the dream had come from God and it was about the reality of Jesus. The truth of Him. The He was a person whose pronouns you had to capitalize. That He was God.

Sometimes, as in a great novel, you cannot see until you get to the end that God was leaving clues for you all along.

I doubt; I am uncertain; I am restless, prone to wander. And yet glimmers of holy keep interrupting my gaze.

I am not a saint. I am, however, beginning to learn that I am a small character in a story that is always fundamentally about God.

Some days I am not sure if my faith is riddled with doubt or whether, graciously, my doubt is riddled with faith.

The Spirit is the reason we can build a church and have confidence that we will get it at least a little bit right.

In observing the Sabbath, one is both giving a gift to God and imitating Him.

I feel annoyed that in His wisdom, [God] chose to reel me in with middle-brow Christian fiction. It could be worse, I suppose. I could have come to faith while reading Left Behind.

My job [as a teacher] is to love the Scriptures in public. And then sit down.

And I understood that I ought not ask for a prayer language until I could ask without making it the test of my entire faith.

It is a great gift when God gives me a stirring, a feeling, a something-at-all in prayer. But work is being done whether I feel it or not.

Doubt unmasks the lie and illuminates the dark path to truth.

A person doesn't know true hurt and suffering until they've felt the pain of falling in love with someone whose affections lie elsewhere.

What I'm trying to do is, is to make a significant difference in space flight. And help make space flight accessible to almost anyone.

Because we live in an industrialized, fast-paced world that prefers that the soul remain asleep.

My handicap? Woods and irons.

People are not considerate of others. They tend not to consider themselves as all living together, but see themselves only as individuals.

In response to the challenge of strangers, sport arose as a sublimated representation of a community's armed might as well as its pride of place and clan.

Times have changed; so must the lenses through which we see the political future.

The best antidote to the disruptive power of innovation is overregulation.