Once you have been to the cross, you will never be the same.

There are three of you. There is the person you think you are. There is the person others think you are. There is the person God knows you are and can be through Christ.

A prayerless Christian is a powerless Christian.

Be assured that there is no sin you have ever committed that the blood of Jesus Christ cannot cleanse.

The blood of the martyrs is the seed of the church.

The very practice of reading [the Bible] will have a purifying effect upon your mind and heart. Let nothing take the place of this daily exercise.

Confidentiality is the essence of being trusted.

In some ways, Christians are homeless. Our true home is waiting for us, prepared by the Lord Jesus Christ.

Someday your life will be over, no matter how much attention you give to your health. Will you look back with regret, because you nourished your body but starved your soul?

All around you are people whose lives are filled with trouble and sorrow, and they need your compassion and encouragement.

The way we live often speaks far louder than our words.

Everything is, the way it is, for a reason. Or it isn't. Or neither. Or both. It's so hard to tell. It's so hard to tell you're a mile away by the Luke in your eye.

You will be my first, will definitively be my last, perpetually my everything.

If you would know strength and patience, welcome the company of trees.

Now it would be as absurd to deny the existence of God, because we cannot see him, as it would be to deny the existence of the air or wind, because we cannot see it.

You can't overestimate the need to plan and prepare. In most of the mistakes I've made, there has been this common theme of inadequate planning beforehand. You really can't over-prepare in business!

Any novel of importance has a purpose. If only the "purpose" be large enough, and not at outs with the passional inspiration.

My purpose is to create a mirror for the reader to see themselves, to create a light for people to see themselves in the characters, pictures, and stories. So they resonate.

The paired butterflies are already yellow with August Over the grass in the West garden; They hurt me. I grow older.

God's loving discipline brings us face-to-face with our pride.

We are all in a post-hypnotic trance induced in early infancy.