...For much of my life I loved books more than God, never discovering for a long, long time that a God who spoke the world into existence with words is, in fact, the source of meaning of all words. My journey toward that discovery is the story of this book. I thought my love of books was taking me away from God, but as it turns out, books were the backwoods path to God, bramble-filled and broken, yes, but full of truth and wonder.
The greatest treasure is reverence of God.
The best gift God gave is family.
Sovereign LORD is the source of all supply.
Redemption is the work of the righteous God.
The just God is fair Judge.
How in the world are we supposed to engage life when we spend all of our life building walls to protect ourselves from the very thing that we say we want to engage? The answer is, I think, understanding that God doesnβt need walls but we need Him.
In a world without magic, thereβs only action and chaos. Perhaps thereβs some pattern so vast we canβt see it, like a giant universal machine we are all a part of, but actions are its fuel, actions steer it. God may exist. Angels might be real. Energies beyond the physical may take part in the actions of men, but nothing preordains to such a degree that we cannot determine our futures through the actions we do or donβt take.
Shah Jahan who proved an emperor to be shorter than a lover, who turned a grave into a temple who gave his beloved a place of God and converted love into a prayer.
God give you life, be grateful.
It has nothing to do with what the mountain in front of us is. Rather, it has everything to do with what God is going to do to it.
God invents musical theatre. Satan voluntarily opts for Hell.
About God, how could he give up his secrets and still be God?
What is hard for you is not what is hard for God. What is hard for God...is to find men and women that He can trust...with His secrets of the future.
It is the effects on the world of successful active germ-line replicators that we see as adaptations.
The love of God illuminated the path of life.
God has created for us this green heaven, called the Earth. God has created the Earth as our playground, where through rights and wrongs, virtues and sins, rightful actions and mistakes, we can learn and evolve to rediscover our true nature of godliness.
Me? I want to move with my not-safe-but-good God.
God is the end. I look into the myriad multitudes of the stars that shine like radiant beams of florid hopefulness, pinholes into heaven itself, and see that as God is my origin and the meaning to each day and each moment, so God will be my ending. I do not need to describe it or explain it, and even if I did it cannot be so reduced. But I do believe it. It is my pulse. It is simply this: my life is an offering of praise to the wonderful God who made life possible.
The righteous God is always right.