You Get One Pass At Life. That’s

Not Grace To Bar What Is Not Bliss, Nor Flight From All Distress, But This: The Grace That Orders Our Trouble And Pain, And Then, In The Darkness, Is There To Sustain.

I Wrote This Poem Called “the Calvinist” To Capture A Glimpse Of God’s Sovereign Intersection With The Life Of A Sinful Man. There Is No Part Of Life Where The Greatness Of God Does Not Penetrate Deeply. I Want To Help You Feel That.

The Call Of God Creates Sight In Us. It's The Work Of God In Our Hearts To Awaken Us Before His Word.

There Are Only Three Kinds Of Christians When It Comes To World Missions: Zealous Goers, Zealous Senders, And Disobedient.

Intensity Is All That Matters In Painting.