When grace moves in... guilt moves out

— Max Lucado

When he says we’re forgiven, let’s unload the guilt. When he says we’re valuable, let’s believe him. . . . When he says we’re provided for, let’s stop worrying. God’s efforts are strongest when our efforts are useless

— Max Lucado

When Jesus says he will keep you safe, he means it. Hell will have to get through him to get to you.

— Max Lucado

When we see death, we see disaster. When Jesus sees death, he sees deliverance!

— Max Lucado

When we would say 'No way,' he would say, 'My way.' Then the ones who doubted would scramble to salvage the blessing. And the one who gave it would savor the surprise.

— Max Lucado

Who are they to give stars or dots? They're Gimmicks just like you." Eli to Punchinello (p. 25)

— Max Lucado

Worry divides the mind.

— Max Lucado

Yet when God entered time and became a man, he who was boundless became bound. Imprisoned in flesh. Restricted by weary-prone muscles and eyelids. For more than three decades, his once limitless reach would be limited to the stretch of an arm, his speed checked to the pace of human feet. I wonder, was he ever tempted to regain his boundlessness? In the middle of a long trip, did he ever consider transporting himself to the next city? When the rain chilled his bones, was he tempted to change the weather? When the heat parched his lips, did he give thought to popping over to the Caribbean for some refreshment? If he ever entertained such thoughts, he never gave into them. Not once. Stop and think about this. Not once did Christ use his supernatural powers for personal comfort. With one word, he could've transformed the hard earth into a soft bed, but he didn't. With a wave of his hands, he could've boomeranged the spit of his accusers back into their faces, but he didn't. With an arch of his brow, he could've paralyzed the hand of the soldier as he braided the crown of thorns. But he didn't.

— Max Lucado

You are loved by your maker not because you try to please him and succeed, or fail to please him and apologize, but because he wants to be your father.

— Max Lucado

You are the only you God made... God made you and broke the mold.

— Max Lucado