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

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

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

Love the sinner, hate the sin? How about: Love the sinner, hate your own sin! I don't have time to hate your sin. There are too many of you! Hating my sin is a full-time job. How about you hate your sin, I'll hate my sin and let's just love each other!

It's easier for our brains to have a list of rules and say, "If we keep these rules, we're in, and if we don't keep these rules, we're out." The problem with grace is that it doesn't play by the rules. It covers sin, and it washes away shame. It releases you from self-hatred. You then realize, through grace in Jesus, and believing in Jesus, and agreeing with Jesus, that you evidently were worth dying for.

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.

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