The Meaning Of Life. The Wasted Years

God Has High Plans For You And Me.

Nails Didn't Hold God To A Cross. Love Did.

I Picked Up This Book Called Blue Mountain, Supposed To Be A Really Good Book On The Civil War.

The Worship Of Safety Emasculates Greatness.

No Matter What The Storm Clouds Bring, You Can Face Your Pain With Courage And Hope. For Two Thousand Years Ago-six Hours, One Friday-christ Firmly Planted In Bedrock Three Solid Anchor Points That We Can All Cling To. For The Heart Scarred With Futility, That Friday Holds Purpose. For The Life Blackened With Failure, That Friday Holds Forgiveness. And For The Soul Looking Into The Tunnel Of Death, That Friday Holds Deliverance.