I'm married. I have three children. I have a mortgage to pay. The plumbing breaks and the yard needs trimming. However, what my wife and children need most from me is my passion for them.

We have no idea who we really are. Whatever glory bestowed, whatever glory is being restored, we thought the whole Christian thing was about... something else. Trying not to sin. Going to church. Being nice. Jesus says it is about healing your heart, setting it free, restoring your glory. A religious fog has tried to veil all that, put us under some sort of spell or amnesia, to keeup us from coming alive.

Falling in love with God is the most important thing a person can do.

The story of your life is the story of the long and brutal assault on your heart by the one who knows what you could be and fears it.

Most of what you encounter when you meet a man is a facade, an elaborate fig leaf, a brilliant disguise.

Desire, both the whispers and the shouts, is the map we have been given to find the only life worth living.

I wasn't mean; I wasn't evil. I was nice. And let me tell you, a hesitant man is the last thing in the world a woman needs. She needs a lover and a warrior, not a Really Nice Guy.