Don’t be fooled. Greatness is not the catalyst of great change. Rather, the catalyst of great change is the common man deciding to walk with the uncommon God. Therefore, all of us are only one decision away from changing everything.

We’re either ‘running from’ something or ‘running to’ something. And I think that true freedom is ‘resting in’ something.

Life is the march of all things resurrected and being resurrected. Behind each flower, every tree, each nesting bird, every breath that we take, and every cherished dream that we hold there runs this irrepressible theme of resurrection. For life is not so shallow or weak or inattentive as to permit the finality of an end.

Hope does not rest with men, for despite all his boisterous claims mankind does not have the depth nor the breath to create hope. In fact, mankind can only create a thin and precarious illusion of it that disappoints without fail. For only God can create a hope that has no hope of failing.

We can wander into a wilderness so vast and entangled that it will consume us or we can plummet to depths dark beyond dark, only to discover that God was sitting there waiting for us before we ever started wandering or falling.

Trust is only a wish that is never more than partially achieved, unless that trust is in the God whose reliability is nothing of a wish but everything of a reality.

If I’ve prayed, I never have to worry about being the first one to show up.

When hope seems lost or the obstacles appear insurmountable, it's not the fact that neither of those things are true. Rather, it's the fact that we've forgotten the God who declares that they're not.

If I have relegated God to a fantasy born of frightened men ill-suited to face life, I would suggest that this is far more the story of frightened men who wish God to be a fantasy because they are ill-suited to face Him.