I don’t want to praise myself. Rather, I want to praise the thing that saves me from myself. Hence there is God.

To ask what the limits of our imagination are suggests that we firmly believe in limits, but we don’t have much faith in imagination.

Fear is what we’ve made something to be rather than understanding Who God is.

If you've been foolish enough to underestimate the power of prayer then you've probably been naive enough to overestimate the power of everything else.

Of necessity, our imagination must embrace the dark reality of ‘what is’ as a precursor to ‘what could be.’ For then and only then will we see in the darkness of today the certain light of tomorrow.

I can get on my knees and pray all day, but until my attitude is on its knees nothing will be different once I’m back on my feet.

At the point that Jesus shows up in the storm, He and I become the storm.

Prayer is never the ‘last resort.’ Rather, it is always the ‘first response.’ For if I begin with prayer, there will never be a last resort.

We’re desperate for peace because it comes to us so rarely, and when it does, it seems to evaporate at the very moment that it draws near us. But that is peace based on circumstances that are as fleeting as the peace that comes with them, where the peace that comes with God makes everything else flee that draws near it.