I just want to preach so bad I can hardly stand it. I love what I do.

If we were made to watch a doctor pull off the little baby's legs and arms one by one and place them on the table like a dentist removing cotton from your mouth - if all Americans were made to see what it really is, the pro-life goal of abortion being unthinkable (not just illegal) would be much nearer.

He has made me wary of chronological snobbery. That is, he showed me that newness is no virtue and oldness is no vice. Truth and beauty and goodness are not determined by when they exist. Nothing is inferior for being old, and nothing is valuable for being modern. This has freed me from the tyranny of novelty and opened for me the wisdom of the ages.

I don’t know how people pray who don’t believe in the sovereignty of God to do the impossible. Because all the things I want to happen are impossible. If they’re possible I’ll do them.

It has to do with seeing God. “Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God” (Matthew 5:8).

Preaching is the pastor's main work, and preaching is heart work, not just mental work.

Homosexual behavior has been exploited, and reveled in, and celebrated in art, for millennia.