Engaging the city around us and ministering to its needs reveal to us the remaining bastions of sin in our lives, the areas we refuse to surrender to God.
All evil begins with this belief: that another’s existence is less precious than mine.
I was awake and this was reality, the new reality of nothing--and worse, of having to continue to exist.
This is the end. This is as far as you can go. After this it all starts over again.
Satire dramatizes better than any other use of it, the inherent contradiction of free speech that it functions best when what is being said is at its most outrageous.
I threw down my enemy, and he fell from the high place and broke the mountain-side where he smote it in his ruin.
Were there stories I wrote along the way that were terrible clinkers? God, yes. But they were all a product of their time, and I did the best I could.
The Scriptures are shallow enough for a babe to come and drink without fear of drowning and deep enough for theologians to swim in without ever reaching the bottom.
Thoughts, like old vultures, prey upon their heart-strings