When we're in the middle of a difficult time, we have to speak against that lie that says, "God is not here." We have to draw near to God.

When you are in the final days of your life, what will you want? Will you hug that college degree in the walnut frame? Will you ask to be carried to the garage so you can sit in your car? Will you find comfort in rereading your financial statement? Of course not. What will matter then will be people. If relationships will matter most then, shouldn't they matter most now?

I don't know how to answer the problem of deep pain without a deep hope in eternity.

Confession is the act of inviting God to walk the acreage of our hearts. “There is a rock of greed over here, Father. I can’t budge it. And that tree of guilt near the fence? Its roots are long and deep. And may I show you some dry soil, too crusty for seed?” God’s seed grows better if the soil of the heart is cleared.

Gratitude is a dialysis of sorts... it flushes the self-pity out of our systems.

You are heaven's Halley's comet; we have one shot at seeing you shine.

One phrase summarizes the horror of hell. "God isn't there."