It's not the wickedness of the pagan that breaks my heart. It's the compromise of the Christian that grieves my soul.

He is intangible and invisible. But His work is more powerful than the most ferocious wind. The Spirit brings order out of chaos and beauty out of ugliness. He can transform a sin-blistered man into a paragon of virtue. The Spirit changes people. The Author of life is also the Transformer of life.

God doesn't need our consent in order to govern us; He made us.

This little expression, 'It doesn't matter what you believe as long as you're sincere,' is a monstrous lie.

Sin can bring pleasure, but never happiness.

Grace and mercy are never deserved.

The presumptuous sin of Uzzah was that He assumed his hands were less polluted than the dirt.