God has ordained that our preaching become deeper and more winsome as we are broken, humbled, and made low and desperately dependent on grace by the trials of our lives.

Death is like my car. It takes me where I want to go.

What could be a greater privilege than to listen to the voice of God, and be granted by God himself the ears to hear?

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

The dismembering of a human being routinely in 30 minutes on an outpatient bases - or any other way - is barbaric. Four blocks from our church all year long - like churches within smelling distance of Auschwitz or Dachau or Buchenwald.

We have a name for those who try to praise when they have no pleasure in the object. We call them hypocrites.

The highest act of love is the giving of the best gift, and, if necessary, at the greatest cost, to the least deserving. That's what God did. At the loss of His Son's life to the totally undeserving, God gave the best gift - the display of the glory of Christ who is the image of God.