Even in my despair, I knew in a vague way that the Bible held hope for me in its pages. I just didn't know where to begin.

Faith means being sure of what we hope for now. It means knowing something is real, this moment, all around you, even when you don't see it.

Now, most people who suffer realize that the Bible contains answers for their plight; they just don't know where to look.

If churches around the world would grasp the revolutionary truth that Christ's transforming power always comes through sacrifice and weakness, it would dramatically alter the landscape of the global church.

There is this fine line between presenting to You all of my weakness and thinking that it can't be done. In Your strength, I find my own.

When I look at Jesus' warm and intimate friendships, my heart fills with praise that Jesus was. . . a man. A man of flesh-and-blood reality. His heart felt the sting of sympathy. His eyes glowed with tenderness. His arms embraced. His lips smiled. His hands touched. Jesus was male! Jesus invites us to relate to him as the Son of Man. And because he is fully man, we can relate to Jesus with affection and love.

Some people tend to believe that I'm a strong believer, a strong Christian, but that's not true. I'm not a strong believer. I'm very weak.