I wrote this poem called “The Calvinist” to capture a glimpse of God’s sovereign intersection with the life of a sinful man. There is no part of life where the greatness of God does not penetrate deeply. I want to help you feel that.

When the heart no longer feels the truth of hell, the gospel passes from good news to simply news

This assumes that the glory of Christ is our highest treasure, not health, wealth, family or even life. So preaching must continually show not that Jesus is the means to prosperity but that he is better than prosperity.

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

My joy grows with every soul that seeks the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ. Remember, you have one life. That’s all. You were made for God. Don’t waste it.

If God's love for his children is to be measured by our health, wealth, and comfort in this life, God hated the apostle Paul.

God loves to show mercy . . . His anger must be released by a stiff safety lock, but His mercy has a hair trigger.