We Were Given Appetites, Not To Consume

A Lost Sheep Is, For All Practical Purposes A Dead Sheep. It Is The Admission That We Are Dead In Our Sins---that We Have No Power Of Ourselves Either To Save Ourselves Or To Convince Anyone Else That We Are Worth Saving. It Is The Recognition That Our Whole Life Is Out Of Our Hands And That If We Ever Live Again, Our Life Will Be Entirely The Gift Of Some Gracious Shepherd. God Finds Us The Desert Of Death (not In The Garden Of Improvement) And In The Power Of Jesus' Resurrection, He Puts Us On His Shoulders Rejoicing And Brings Us Home.

What Is Good Is Difficult, And What Is Difficult Is Rare.

The World Is By No Means Averse To Religion. In Fact, It Is Devoted To It With A Passion. It Will Buy Any Recipe For Salvation As Long As That Formula Leaves The Responsibility For Cooking Up Salvation Firmly In Human Hands. The World Is Drowning In Religion. But It Is Scared Out Of Its Wits By Any Mention Of The Grace That Takes The World Home Gratis.

One Real Thing Is Closer To God Than All The Diagrams In The World

Grace Is The Celebration Of Life, Relentlessly Hounding All The Non-celebrants In The World. It Is A Floating, Cosmic Bash Shouting Its Way Through The Streets Of The Universe, Flinging The Sweetness Of Its Cassations To Every Window, Pounding At Every Door In A Hilarity Beyond All Liking And Happening, Until The Prodigals Come Out At Last And Dance, And The Elder Brothers Finally Take Their Fingers Out Of Their Ears.