Life has been reduced to temporal pursuits disconnected from all the other disciplines necessary for life to be meaningfully engaged.

How have we come to a place in society where millions of babies can be slaughtered and disposed of in the name of progress? Shocking but real.

I have little doubt that the single greatest obstacle to the impact of the gospel has not been its inability to provide answers, but the failure on our part to live it out.

Even though the search for meaning is debunked today, the cries of the human heart can be smothered for only so long. In these yearnings, the search for significance and fulfillment continues.

You see misery, you see misfortune, you see pain, you see suffering. It's all part of the fatalistic way of looking at life.

In naturalism, man is actually very insignificant, but arrogates to himself stupendous power. In Christianity, man is actually the apex of created significance, but is called to see it in abject humility.

The loneliest moment in life is when you have just experienced that which you thought would deliver the ultimate, and it has just let you down.