About four days a week, I do pretty good at having a morning prayer time. But even at that, it's a rambling sort of thing. What I have learned to do better is to try to keep my mind turned toward God and ear inclined toward God throughout the day, and I think I'm doing better at that, but I've got a long way to go.

Be a doer, not a stewer.

Money gone. Expectations dashed. Friends vanished. Who’s left? God is.

If Jesus heals you instantly, praise him. If you are still waiting for healing, trust him. Your suffering is your sermon.

Vengeance fixes your attention on life’s ugliest moments. Is this where you want to look? Remember: God dispenses perfect justice.

Thank you, God. For the jam on our toast and the milk on our cereal. For the blanket that calms us and the joke that delights us and the warm sun that reminds us of God’s love.

You’ll regret opening your mouth. You’ll rarely regret keeping it shut.

I’m a preacher first and a writer second, although my role is changing a bit at the church. I’m going to bring on a co-teacher, but I’ll still be a pastor and a writer.

Does God guarantee the absence of struggle and the abundance of strength? Not in this life. But he does pledge to reweave your pain for a higher purpose.

The wonder of a free-market society is that we can all do our best to package our message in an entertaining fashion and present it – and then everybody votes with their footsteps.