Sin carries in it its own misery.

Christmas: the Son of God expressing the love of God to save us from the wrath of God so we could enjoy the presence of God.

My Paradise: With Christ. Not sinning. No pain. New earth. Precious in that order.

Why don't people ask us about our hope? The answer is probably that we look as if we hope in the same things they do. Our lives don't look like they are on the Calvary road, stripped down for sacrificial love, serving others with the sweet assurance that we don't need to be rewarded in this life.

What defines us as Christians is not most profoundly that we have come to know him but that he took note of us and made us his own.

Grace is the pleasure of God to magnify the worth of God by giving sinners the right and power to delight in God without obscuring the glory of God.

The rich fruit of spontaneity grows in the garden that is well tended by the discipline of schedule.