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.

God spreads grace like a 4-year old spreads peanut butter-He gets it all over everything.

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.

Life is a series of recoveries.

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.

Our preachers weren't always right, but they were never in doubt.