Living a life of service, rather than one of expression, is a serious mistake, because expressing who we really are is the greatest service we can perform.
You seek up a big monster for him to fight your wars for you.
I'll lean on you and you lean on me and we'll be okay.
Turns out, not where, but who you're with that really matters.
Because life is short but sweet for certain
The saddest part of the human race is we're obsessed with this idea of 'us and them,' which is really a no-win situation, whether it's racial, cultural, religious or political.
Sitting still as stone watching - watching People walking by you wondering why No one ever stops to talk or thinks about it - if they ever did
I am not tragically colored. There is no great sorrow dammed up in my soul, nor lurking behind my eyes. I do not mind at all. I do not belong to the sobbing school of Negrohood who hold that nature somehow has given them a lowdown dirty deal and whose feelings are all hurt about it. Even in the helter-skelter skirmish that is my life, I have seen that the world is to the strong regardless of a little pigmentation more or less. No, I do not weep at the world—I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.
Worship is first and foremost a feasting on all that God is for us in Jesus. . . [One] in which God is the host, the cook, the waiter, and the meal itself.
There isn't a child who hasn't gone out into the brave new world who eventually doesn't return to the old homestead carrying a bundle of dirty clothes.
If a life goes down the toilet, it comes out in a river and meets the sea.