The Ragamuffin rabble are the unsung assembly of saved sinners who are little in their own sight, conscious of their brokenness and powerlessness before God, and who cast themselves on His mercy. Startled by the extravagant love of God, they do not require success, fame, wealth, or power to validate their worth. Their spirit transcends all distinctions between the powerful and powerless, educated and illiterate, billionaires and bag ladies, high-tech geeks and low-tech nerds, males and females, the circus and the sanctuary.

On the last day, Jesus will look us over not for medals, diplomas, or honors, but for scars.

In every encounter we either give life or we drain it; there is no neutral exchange.

All I have learned through trial and error is to stay alert and aware, especially God smiling @ our silliness.

Faithfulness requires the courage to risk everything on Jesus, the willingness to keep growing, and the readiness to risk failure throughout our lives.

There is a beautiful transparency to honest disciples who never wear a false face and do not pretend to be anything but who they are.

We even refuse to be our true self with God- and then wonder why we lack intimacy with him.