God loves broken people because broken people are all that there are.

I grew up in a remarkable home, the middle of seven children. My parents raised us well. They loved us well. We laughed hard growing up. But being the middle child, I couldn't figure out where I fit in the home, whether I was the youngest of the older three or the oldest of the younger three. When you don't know where you fit inside the home and you're young and you're desperate to fit in somewhere, I'd figured where I would fit outside the home. So I made some bad decisions about who I hung out with, I dropped out of high school, got kicked out of the house.

The gospel is for the defeated, not the dominant.

The focus of the Christian faith is not our morality; it is Jesus, who died for our immorality.

Here's one way I can know that I've forgotten the gospel of grace: when your sin bothers me more than my sin.

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

The bad news that we are all guilty is met with the best news that God loves and forgives guilty people.