I’m convinced that much of what we argue about in evangelicalism is a result of our lack of adversity.

I could watch Charlie Chaplin movies all day and not feel like I’ve wasted the day.

Jesus’ instructions on prayer are more like poetry than systematics.

Grace is working in my life when I want to justify other’s mistakes instead of my own.

(Tries to figure out how to have a day of just watching Charlie Chaplin.)

There is something very comforting in going about the day remembering the prayers you prayed that morning. Some kind of power in the knowledge of it.

If you think diversity is the solution, you will not solve the problem.

“Give us this day our daily _______.” A prayer impossible to understand until you have had to lean on God to give it.

I have a very clear happy memory of watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade and then watching Miracle on 34th St while my mom and dad prepare for the coming feast. That is my ammo against all the complaints over the Pilgrims and the so-called war on Christmas.

Nothing works like despairing of all our works in prayer.

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