Any kind of love that lacks the iron of the Cross in it, is anemic love.

The greatest compliment of the book [One Thousand Gifts]? Maybe the Muslim man in Iraq who was given the book and came to a saving knowledge of Jesus, wanted to live his life in thanks to God?

Because One died for me that I might breathe this breath...It's all a gift.

The blog is meant to be a bit of a side chapel - a place to slip into and still and encounter the glory of God - and come away again with a fresh sense that your life, right where you are, is a holy experience - that God dwells with you and in you, and where you are is holy ground, worthy of reverence and celebration and wonder.

God is patiently transfiguring all the notes of my life into the song of His Son.

Every mountain that every Christian ever faces, the Lord levels with sufficient grace.

I think God calls us to small things, to faithfulness right where we are, to just do the next thing.