There is no halfway or lackadaisical way to fight lust. If you're not fighting your sin, you're befriending your sin.

Who are we? We're not perfect but we're not worthless. Scripture tells us that we're beautifully made, but broken.

The question is not whether or not you will face trials. The question is, how will you respond when you do?

Here's the grey rule: embrace things that lead you closer to Jesus, and reject things that lead you away from Jesus.

Training in God's gym may hurt sometimes, but He will make us stronger.

Faith that doesn't affect your life isn't really faith.

Folks need the Gospel. We need to have our hearts changed. We see people from a skewed point of view. We need to see people the way God sees them.

That's the new picture of the good life that I want to paint - living the way that God created us to live. That's what the good life is.

Denying self isn't a one-time thing, but a daily task.

Instead of attacking people, we need to love people. It lights a fire under me because it's a reminder of why we need the Gospel. Our hearts are so corrupt.

I might not win a Grammy or get another Stellar Award but I'll get my rewards from the Lord. There's nothing better than that.

It is necessary for everyone to develop their internal personality

Do not imprison your mind with negative thoughts

Conventional wisdom may not be wise.Good fortune and bad luck do not exist.Freedom of choice is predetermined.Don’t believe anything you read!

Confidence is the quiet assurance you are enough.

When those who name dead people have gone, there just remains the calmness of foreign cemeteries, in which nothing appears familiar and nothing frightens you.

Rocket science has been mythologized all out of proportion to its true difficulty.

Why should we live halfway up the hill and swathed in the mists, when we might have an unclouded sky and a radiant sun over our heads if we would climb higher and walk in the light of His face?

It is crucial for the future of the Black liberation struggle that we remain ever mindful that ours is a shared struggle, that we are each other's fate.

We might describe our world as having retail sanity, but wholesale madness.

Id be happiest standing at the back, strumming my little banjo where no one could see me.