My daily sins require daily distribution of God's grace. In that sense, it never ceases to surprise me because I don't deserve any of it. I mean, I deserve to be locked in a cage and for God to throw away the key.

Whether it's a Christian or a non-Christian, there's nothing like suffering to show us how small, needy, and not in control we are. Suffering has a way of sobering us up to the realization that we can't make it on our own, that we need help, that we're broken.

A preacher who doesn't believe he's that bad will attract people who don't think they're that bad. And that's bad.

I had turned personal validation into my primary source of meaning and value, so that without it I was miserable and depressed.

The ironic thing about legalism is that it not only doesn't make people work harder, it makes them give up. Moralism doesn't produce morality; rather, it produces immorality.

Grace is upside-down, to-do-list wrecking, scandalous and way-too free. It's one-way love.

Don't get me wrong - what we do is important. But it is infinitely less important than what Jesus has done for us.