Faith is not a conclusion you reach...it's a journey you live.

The man who has made God his dwelling place will always have a safe habitation.

The heart of the world is breaking under this load of pride and pretense. There is no release from our burden apart from the meekness of Christ.

An honest man is strange when he is among dishonest men, but it is a good kind of strangeness.

America is laughing her way to Hell.

Though the cross of Christ has been beautified by the poet and the artist, the avid seeker after God is likely to find it the same savage implement of destruction it was in the days of old. The way of the cross is still the pain-wracked path to spiritual power and fruitfulness.

Self is the opaque veil that hides the face of God from us.