God is so much nicer than you can imagine. I know "nice" is an odd word, but He loved you enough to die for you. And if you think of a great parent, then you got a glimpse of God, a great father, a great mother, and how they look at their children. How you, if you're a parent, you look at your children.

It's not a great song unless it makes your DNA remember Eden and your spirit long for Home.

The self-righteous have their fig leaves so tightly bound that they have forgotten the seeping wounds beneath the foliage.

How about you hate your sin, and I'll hate my sin and we'll just love each other!

I do one sit up a day. I get up in the morning, that's the first half. I lay down at night, that's the second half.

We don't help people by showing them our trophies. We help them by showing them our scars.

If you're normal, if you're healthy, you look at your children and you see your image, and you want the best for them. And you applaud when they take their first steps. And you are their biggest fan when they first sing in church. And, you know, that's a normal healthy person, father, parent, I believe. Well, multiply that by infinity and that's how God sees you. So I say that's pretty "nice."