To grasp love, I must grasp the fact that it is a creation of God and therefore it is forever beyond me. But the very fact that it is forever beyond me is the very thing that prompts me to forever pursue it.

The problem with holiness is that once we look into the face of it we are no longer capable of taking that which is odious and filthy and somehow pretending that it’s translucent and clean. In other words, we have to do one of the most revolting things possible; we have to face ourselves.

Ethics are not the things that kill my fun. Rather, they are the things that keep me from getting killed by the things that I thought were fun.

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.

It is the faith of the man that determines the size of the man. Therefore, in a society that raises up paper giants as fast as they fall, we can know that (although they are small by society’s standards), there are Godly giants out there that walk on paper.

The greatest men stand on their values and pray on their knees.

If I have to create space for something to enter my life by asking God to leave my life, maybe what I’ve actually done is taken leave of my senses.

Raw power without Godly obedience is a long walk off a short conscience.