One of my great goals in life is to live long enough to where I am in the pulpit, preaching my heart out, and I die on the spot, my chin hits the pulpit - boom! - and I'm down and out. What a way to die!

God will never adjust His agenda to fit ours. He will not speed up His pace to catch up with ours; we need to slow our pace in order to recover our walk with Him. God will not scream and shout over the noisy clamor; He expects us to seek quietness, where His still small voice can be heard again.

Wouldn't you like to contribute to an event that is part of Christ's own prediction, "I will build my church"?

Learning more truth is a poor and cheap substitute for stopping and putting into action the truth already learned

God seems to reward us with good, delightful experiences when we move with joy through the less-than-delightful times.

If God awarded us medals, as they do in the Olympics, love would win the gold, joy the silver, and peace the bronze.

Dream big . . . don't let anybody or anything break your wishbone. Stay strong, full of faith, and courageous... keep that backbone straight. And along the way, don't forget to laugh and enjoy the journey.