Grace is thickly counter-intuitive. It feels risky and unfair. It's dangerous and disorderly. It wrestles control out of our hands. It is wild and unsettling. It turns everything that makes sense to us upside-down and inside-out.

The gospel is for the defeated, not the dominant.

Jesus is not the man at the top of the stairs; He is the man at the bottom, the friend of sinners, the savior of those in need of one. Which is all of us, all of the time.

Because Jesus was strong for us we are free to be weak.

The law is God's first word; the gospel is God's final word.

The desperate addict is closer to the heart of grace than the devout moralist.

The world isn't scandalized by our freedom but by our fakeness.