We exhort our people to pray for their country. I suspect God is saying, “I’ve answered your prayers. Quit praying and go vote. If you do this, you can implement the biblical principles I lead you to implement.”

“My vote—our vote—doesn’t matter. That’s why we’re praying. Besides, there’s nobody Christian running for office.”

The lions may go away. They may eat you a bite at a time. They may devour you.

Are you pushing and shoving, cursing the Orange Man, denouncing demented Joe, resenting the demise of America? If God instructed Christians in Rome to pray for Nero as a leader established by God, I wonder what His thoughts are regarding prayers on behalf of Mr. Trump?

God invites us to lean into Him. He pledges to lean back in return.

By the time everyone else flies in, the sparrows have already made a mess of large proportion—or at least I thought it was a mess.

In November we are not voting for our next pastor.

The word means without precedent, never having happened before. There’s no map, no template, nothing to go on. That’s not true.

I relish torrents. They remind me I’m alive.

Abrasiveness believes you are defined by outcome. Persistence believes you are untouched by outcome.

Live above, reach out beyond yourself. Now.

By acquiescing to tyranny, you accept tyranny.

The excess, the pride from which all sins sprout, isn’t what you do or don’t do. It’s the motive from which you take action.

Half of America will celebrate the election results, half will see their governmental dream destroyed.

Half of America views these issues one way, the other half another way. Negotiation is out of the question.

Swagger is for the courageous—especially those young enough in years or vibrant enough in soul to make a difference.

Friends build relationships rooted in self-sacrifice, courage, loyalty, trust, and belief. It is irrational and un-provable. But it is observable and true.

When confusion arises—when you realize you are lost—it is customary to wander, searching, hoping aimlessly. The rule is, if you are lost, stop wandering. Stop. Your wandering confusion is making matters worse.

I realized she was a special person, then a precious individual, then after a time and observation, I realized she was a woman who loved unconditionally.