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

Unfulfilled dreams, ongoing relational tension, the loss of friendships, a hard marriage, rebellious teenagers, the death of loved ones, remaining sinful patterns - whatever it is for you - live long enough, lose enough, suffer enough, and the idealism of youth fades, leaving behind the reality of life in a broken world as a broken person.

Nothing makes me want to obey more than knowing that God unconditionally loves me and forgives me even when I disobey.

Your pain could be God prying open your life and heart to remove a gift of His that you've been on to more dearly than Him.

Only the gospel can truly save you. The gospel doesn't make good people good; it makes dead people alive. That's the difference between the gospel of Jesus Christ and every other world religion. All the others exhort their followers to save themselves by being good, by conforming their lives to whatever their worshiped deity is. But the gospel is God's acceptance of us based on what Christ has done, not on what we can do.

Information is seldom enough to heal a wounded heart.

The people who tend to be the most gracious are those who know how badly they need grace