The Christian life has been nothing more and nothing less than a daily dependence on and a rediscovery of God's grace.

I agree we have enough books that attempt to explain why God allows suffering, presumably in a way that lets God off the hook. And while much smarter men than I have constructed elaborate systems in this pursuit, they are by definition exercises in speculation.

If the depths of everyone's sin was made public, we would all be much more gracious to each other.

God's grace meets us in messy places because messy places are all that there are.

Death is the operative device that sets us free in Christ - when we die, we truly live.

There's nothing like suffering to reveal how small and needy you are. Pain has the remarkable capacity to reveal the weakness of the things you're leaning on to make life worth living.

I enjoy receiving love from my wife. I'm ecstatic when Kim loves me and expresses affection toward me. Something in me comes alive when she does that. But I've learned this freeing truth: I don't need that love, because in Jesus, I receive all the love I need.