Why are all Christians happy and praising Jesus? It's because we are not DEAD! We may be imperfect, but we aren't DEAD!

Worry and worship cannot exist in the same space. One always displaces the other. Choose worship.

God is always seeking you. Every sunset. Every clear blue sky. Each ocean wave. The starry hosts of night. He blankets each new day with the invitation, ‘I am here.’

God's plans for your life far exceed the circumstances of your day.

Humility is not a character trait to develop, it's the natural by-product of being with Jesus.

When the enemy comes with shame and blame, tell him to go measure the distance from east to west and get back to you.

If only we knew what was happening when we pray, we would never cease to pray.

God calls each and every star by name. It’s not likely He has forgotten yours.

Accept the fact that you're never gonna be someone else and embrace the fact that the world needs you as God made you to be.

Sin doesn't make us bad, sin makes us dead. The gospel doesn't make us better, the gospel makes us alive.

The Father doesn't give life directions in one big bundle because the goal is knowing Him, not the plan.

Scribblings of love are on your heartSo you think you can find it anywhere...Darling please beware not everyone has your heart.

Making love with you is even more wonderful than making music."He drew her closer. "Och, Sarah, you _are_ my music.

The whites come to applaud a Negro performer just like the colored do. When you've got the respect of white and colored, you can ease a lot of things.

If Republicans eliminate Medicare, America will become a country in which you can never retire - and once you physically can no longer work, you are desperately poor until you die.

Spartacus, like Jesus, was also crucified by the Romans. And for equally good reasons.

Instruments of coercion, once created, have a tendency to find their own natural masters.

Truth makes many appeals, not the least of which is its power to shock.

People with integrity do what they say they are going to do. Others have excuses.

The glorified spirit of the infant is as a star to guide the mother to its own blissful clime.

Marvelous as may be the power of my dog to understand my moods, deathless as his affection and fidelity, his mental state is as unsolved a mystery to me as it was to my remotest ancestor.