My name had become a brand. (I have mixed emotions about that part of our (Christian media) industry, for sure.)

How my emotions starred as I played! During one of this tug-of-war contest between knowing right and doing wrong, I wrote the words to a song on my own for the first time.

I ate so many Ramen noodles that I wouldn't even touch a package of them now.

I knew that (job) had to be a humbling role for my dad, but he never allowed it to become humiliating work.

She (his future wife) was so deep into the Lord's presence that I felt like an outsider.

I struggled with insecurity because I was trying to find my security in things. But when I began serving God with all my heart, my security was in Him.

She chose to look at her surroundings where they "think missionary" mind-set.

My focus was on trying to figure out what God wanted be to do next. Their (his parents') focus was on what I was doing for God at the moment.

Freedom on the inside comes when validation from the outside doesn’t matter.

I hate to say it, but I had a great time in World War II.

Remember my name and you add to my feeling of importance.

In the creative state a man is taken out of himself.

We have to reinvest, I think, in the idea of articulacy as a form of personal human freedom and power.

One has to resign oneself to being a nuisance if one wants to get anything done.

It is the excitement of becoming - always becoming, trying, probing, falling, resting, and trying again- but always trying and always gaining

Pope John Paul II not only was a powerful spiritual leader for Catholics but also a world leader of extraordinary consequence during the last quarter-century.

Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill,/ In the dawn clouds flying,/ How good to go, light into light, and still/ Giving light, dying.

Common sense is not an issue in politics--it's an affliction.