I had to be healed of my desire to be healed.

Nothing will convince and convict those around us like the peaceful and positive way you and I respond to our twentieth century hurts and distress. The unbelieving world-your neighbors, the guy at the gas station, the postman, the lady at the cleaners, your boss at work-is observing the way we undergo our trials.

No other religion, no other, promises new bodies, hearts, and minds. Only in the gospel of Christ do hurting people find such incredible hope.

When life is rosy, we may slide by with knowing about Jesus, with imitating him and quoting him and speaking of him. But only in suffering will we know Jesus.

Let him who walks in the dark, who has no light, trust in the name of the Lord and rely on his God.

A broken life in the hands of God is ripe for blessing.

I'd rather be in this wheelchair knowing God than on my feet without him.