And in these last hours, the lifetime of this year passes before my eyes, and I face the inevitable question: Did I live it well? Will Jesus Christ, the righteous judge, say “Well done, good and faithful servant”?

Be glad in the Lord and receive willingly from His Hand all that he designs for my holiness - both painful and pleasant.

I do not elevate the time or mode of baptism to a primary doctrine.

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

Do we eagerly long for the coming of Christ? Or do we want him to wait while our love affair with the world runs its course? That is the question that tests the authenticity of faith.

The murders of Newtown are a warning to me - and you. Not a warning to see our schools as defenseless, but to see our souls as depraved. To see our need for a Savior. To humble ourselves in repentance for the God-diminishing bitterness of our hearts. To turn to Christ in desperate need, and to treasure his forgiveness, his transforming, and his friendship.

Every spirit that does not confess Jesus is not from God.