Hope is not something you can just place in your back pocket or put your fingers around – it’s the belief in a world that has yet to exist.

For me, when I think about Christ, I think about this iconoclastic man who lived and died for the broken. And the paramount underdog, which is basically turning the world on it’s head. Blessed are the poor and blessed are the hungry, blessed are the broken, all these things that feel very backwards in our fame, power, beauty, riches hungry world. That’s who Christ is to me.

When life hands you lemons, you make lemonade. But when life hands you hurricanes, you go surfing.

Why is it that everything is collapsing if gravity is pulling us together?

The kingdom of heaven is comprised of the broken, the fatherless, the poor, the starving. Nothing that could create good ratings for NBC.

Music is what I do; Christ is why I do it.

Life tears at us and scars us as children so we adopt facades and masks to hide this part of us, to keep this sacred part of ourselves from the pain.