Giving In A Regular, Disciplined,

It Is A Fight From Start To Finish To Be Happy In God.

We Do Not Smirk At The Misery Or The Merrymaking Of Immoral Culture. We Weep. Being Pilgrims Does Not Mean Being Cynical. The Salt Of The Earth Does Not Mock Rotting Meat. Where It Can, It Saves And Seasons. And Where It Can’t, It Weeps.

Life Is Not A Straight Line Leading From One Blessing To The Next And Then Finally To Heaven. Life Is A Winding And Troubled Road. Switchback After Switchback. And The Point Of Biblical Stories Like Joseph And Job And Esther And Ruth Is To Help Us Feel In Our Bones (not Just Know In Our Heads) That God Is For Us In All These Strange Turns. God Is Not Just Showing Up After The Trouble And Cleaning It Up. He Is Plotting The Course And Managing The Troubles With Far-reaching Purposes For Our Good And For The Glory Of Jesus Christ.

Where Feelings For God Are Dead, Worship Is Dead.

The Greatest Enemy Of Hunger For God Is Not Poison But Apple Pie. It Is Not The Banquet Of The Wicked That Dulls Our Appetite For Heaven, But Endless Nibbling At The Table Of The World. It Is Not The X-rated Video, But The Prime-time Dribble Of Triviality We Drink In Every Night.