The people who tend to be the most gracious are those who know how badly they need grace

Your identity is firmly anchored in Christ's accomplishment, not yours; his strength, not yours; his performance, not yours; his victory, not yours.

Legalism says God will love us if we change. The gospel says God will change us because He loves us.

God's acceptance of us cannot be gained by our successes nor forfeited by our failures.

God's ability to clean things up is infinitely greater than our ability to mess things up.

The desperate addict is closer to the heart of grace than the devout moralist.

Here's one way I can know that I've forgotten the gospel of grace: when your sin bothers me more than my sin.

Christianity is not about good people getting better. It is good news for bad people coping with their failure to be good.

If people knew the REAL us, they would run. God knows, stays, and loves.

Nothing makes me want to obey more than knowing that God unconditionally loves me and forgives me even when I disobey.

We are broken people living in a broken world with other broken people. We all need grace.

For most normal people, politics is a distant, occasionally irritating fog.

Never stick your tongue out at someone you can't lick.

You know what? I'm not always in a positive, happy place. But I'm able to concentrate enough to come up with a really good song.

Erudition - dust shaken out of a book into an empty skull.

Following Christ is not a casual or occasional practice but a continuous commitment and way of life that applies at all times and in all places.

I think we are drawn to dogs because they are the uninhibited creatures we might be if we weren't certain we knew better.

I wanted to be an author as far back as I can remember, mixed with occasional bouts of wanting to be a werewolf when I grew up. But mostly, when I daydreamed, it was about being an author.

When the media gets into creating their own product and then deciding to cover it, they are becoming part of the process and, therefore, could be damaged.

On the canvas of life, Every sweep of the brush matters, Counts for something.

My interests are different now than they were thirty years ago.