Our agenda is the lens through which we view the world that is in reality a blindfold through which we miss the world.

A compass calibrated by my greed is a rather shrewd way to legitimize my agenda. However, true north on a compass such as this is a straight line to the edge of a really big cliff.

Truth is not something I create to serve my agenda.  Rather, truth is something created to save me from my agenda.

If I possess a conviction that is not firmly grounded in an immovable sense of ethics, morals and values, what I have is a rogue agenda dressed in the finery of a conviction.

Pray is not the exercise of the faint-hearted, for it takes more determination than we can imagine to set aside the press of our agendas in order to partner with God in the working out of His.

The problem that I think I have with God is often not a problem at all. Rather, it is most frequently a tired misperception where I have made God what I need Him to be in order to justify my rejection of Him.

When someone tells you that there is no agenda, you can be certain there is nothing but an agenda.

If our commitment to an agenda is so passionate that we will rewrite the history that does not support it, we have become a blind slave to a rogue agenda that will destroy us in the service of it.

A ‘cause’ that serves our purpose is, in reality, an ‘agenda’ that we’ve attempted to make noble by dressing it up in the finery of a cause. But as my Dad used to say, 'you can’t put perfume on a pig.