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

The things you're crying about today, you might be laughing about in ten years ... and then again ... maybe not.

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.

I think the Pentecostals have done a great thing for the Kingdom of God. I think Baptists have done a great thing, oh, Protestants, I should say, have done a great thing for the Kingdom of God, so whenever Satan tries to divide, it's just really God multiplying.

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

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

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!