The horizon changes but the sun does not.

God blows on the leaves, they turn to gold, and we call it autumn.

Most people believe in God because they think he's comforting, not because they think he's real.

Even the enemy needs permission from God to do what he wants with you.

We like to think we're in control but we never are.

How strange it is beholding this,and, very confident,proclaim that such magnificenceoccurred by accident.

It is unjust, but only Christlike, to suffer persecution for doing what is right.