Many church folk, in their self-conscious attempt to be overtly morally upright, emit all the wrong signals, thus messing with people's perception of the gospel.

The church of Jesus needs to wake up from the exile of passivity and embrace liminality and adventure or continue to remain a religious ghetto for culturally co-opted, fearful, middle-class folk.

Because we believe that somewhere in the nest of paradigms contained in the phrase "missional church" lies nothing less that the future viability of Western Christianity.

Building community for its own sake is like attending a cancer support group without having cancer.

You can do more with 12 disciples than with 1,200 religious consumers.

It's not so much that the church has a mission, it's that the mission of God has a church.

The safety-obsessed church lacks the inner dynamic to foster profound missional impact in our time.

A retreatist spirituality is not a spirituality that can, or will, transform the world in Jesus's name.

We will have to take risks, to chance failure, to be willing to walk away from the familiar paths that have brought us to this point.

Every Christian is a sent one. There is no such thing as an unsent Christian.

In missional churches, the baby birds have been pushed out of the nest and are learning to fly for themselves.

Don't. Don't let's pretend when there's no one around.

We need to fortify ourselves with the Word of God.

Whosoever hateth his brother is a murderer.

The upheaval of our world and the upheaval of our consciousness are one and the same.

This historic Christian doctrine of the divinity of Christ does not simply mean that Jesus is like God. It is far more radical than that. It means that God is like Jesus.

It is easier to apologize than to get permission.

A cat is better than you are, more honest, more graceful, smarter for her size, better coordinated, and infinitely more beautiful.

It only took me two weeks to build the first version of Facebook because I had so much stuff before then.

History is not our guide, it is not our friend. It is a passing stranger, one which shadows legend, sprinkling it with the seeds of truth.

He who has ceased to enjoy his friend's superiority has ceased to love him.