We celebrate our intelligence, possessions, looks, talent, and achievements. Heaven celebrates how we used all of it.

The thing about wounded people is wounded people are scared that those wounds are going to end up killing them. They pretend like they're not there, or they ignore them.

Magnify the father, why bother with something lesser?

There would be some times where people wouldn't know how to act around me. Does he drink? Can I cuss? What can I do? And then there was other circumstances where it was, I just don't respect what you're trying to do.

Sin is like an incredible meal that becomes poisonous venom in your stomach. What you eat on Earth you may digest in Hell.

I've always been a missionary and what people don't know is that I've always taken some strategic and eyebrow-raising steps.

I'd rather die like Christ than live unholy.