Fight for us, O God, that we not drift numb and blind and foolish into vain and empty excitements. Life is too short, too precious, too painful to waste on worldly bubbles that burst. Heaven is too great, hell is too horrible, eternity is too long that we should putter around on the porch of eternity.

It was becoming clearer and clearer that if I wanted to come to the end of my life and not say, “I’ve wasted it!” then I would need to press all the way in, and all the way up, to the ultimate purpose of God and join him in it. If my life was to have a single, all-satisfying, unifying passion, it would have to be God’s passion.

Worship is ultimate, not missions. Because God is ultimate, not man.

The Bible does not oppose or forbid interracial marriages but sees them as a positive good for the glory of Christ.

The chief end of missions is the supremacy of God in the joy of all peoples.

God is love precisely because He relentlessly pursues the praises of His name in the hearts of His people.

Adjust your doctrine - or just minimize doctrine - to attract the world, and in the very process of attracting them, lose the radical truth that alone can set them free.