The gloves are like a second skin. They are part of me. An extension of me. I become hyperreal.
When you say, "Come in Jesus as my caregiver, stay out as my Lord," he can't. He's both.
God sees us as we are, loves us as we are, and accepts us as we are. But by His grace, He does not leave us as we are.
The gospel is this: We are more sinful and flawed in ourselves than we ever dared believe, yet at the very same time we are more loved and accepted in Jesus Christ than we ever dared hope.
God looks at the anxious and says, I tore my Son to shreds for you, and you're afraid I will not give you what you need?
The basic purpose of prayer is not to bend God's will to mine, but to mold my will into His.
You don't fall in love. You commit to it.
I would prefer to listen to a French classical composer like Olivier Messiaen than to the pop hits of the day.
I actually thrive on all the challenges, and I don't feel like ADD has impaired my ability.
The hossanas of the multitude can never bring satisfaction to the discerning. Yet there exist those chamaleons of popularity who find their joy, not in the sweet breath of Apollo, but in the smell of the crowd. And not in mind: Do not be taken in by what are miracles to the populace, for the ignorant do not rise above marveling. Thus the stupidity of a crowd is lost in admiration, even as the brain of an individual uncovers the trick.
The best-laid plans of mice and comedians usually wind up on the cutting-room floor.