If you care about the slaughter of the innocent, then for God's sake, speak up.

Whenever I read the psalms, I feel like I am eavesdropping on a saint having a personal conversation with God.

I’ve often wondered where Jesus would apply His hastily made whip if He were to visit our culture. My guess is that it would not be money-changing tables in the temple that would feel His wrath, but the display racks in Christian bookstores.

We are all servants. The only question is whom we will serve.

But the blessing Christ promised, the blessing of great reward, is a reward of grace. The blessing is promised even though it is not earned. Augustine said it this way: Our rewards in heaven are a result of God's crowning His own gifts.

I can’t make the Bible come alive for anyone. The Bible is already alive. It makes me come alive.

Sin can bring pleasure, but never happiness.