James L. Rubart Quotes

I'm not stonewalling; I'm just not into talking about religion, I told you that.

Its not that he didn't appreciate his dishwasher. There was something about washing dishes by hand that was therapeutic, as if he could wash away the regrets of the past and photos he wanted to wipe out of his memory forever.

I don't like perfect people. They're usually not.

In a sense, yes, but I have another concern that is a more imminent threat that is occupying the vast majority of my prefrontal cortex."
"I'm guessing that's part of the brain."
"In rudimentary terms it's the area of the brain where we make decisions."
Brandon scrunched up his face and pressed his finger into his cheek. "What does rudimentary mean?"
"It means
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"I'm kidding, Professor." Brandon laughed and punched Marcus playfully in the arm. "I did go to school for a few years, you know.

Your heart broke again and again, and you tried to fix the pieces with the salves of the world. But they can only dull the pain; they cannot heal. You have been chained. You've hidden your heart in the dark places. But I came to heal the brokenhearted and set the captives free.

Across his forehead was stamped the word WORTHLESS. How ironic. Exactly what someone might find stamped on his own forehead if they could see it. Physician, heal thyself.

I'm not scared of dying. Not at all. The only thing I'm scared of is not living while I'm still alive.

You need to let some light into whatever dark closest you're hanging out in at the moment.

Have you ever told him how you feel? What he meant to you, what he probably still means to you?

Did you know that almost everybody has stuff in their life they don't like dealing with? And stuff they're scared of?

Who wants to go down the creepy, smelly staircase into God only knows what?" Brandon said.
"I'm going," Dana said.
"I'm with you." Reece stared at Brandon.
"Why not?" Brandon shrugged. "It's not like we have the chance of bumping into anything, say, demonic. Right?

I am a child of the everlasting King.
I am forgiven.
I am a warrior.
I am cloaked in righteous armor.
I was made for adventure.
I was built for battle.
I am part of a larger story.
My true and lasting affirmation comes only from my King.
I am unique above all creation--planned and perfect in design.
I have been created for a glorious destiny.
All my ways are established by you, my King, and I walk in them.
My life and actions are real, authentic, and without compromise.
I am quickened and made alive through the power of your Spirit.
My whole life is before me.
I am a shining gift from God to this lost world.
I know my name, I understand my calling, and I am worthy to walk in it.
I am strong, brave, and courageous in the face of my enemies.
Whatever is good, whatever is pure, whatever is true, dwell on these things.
My sins are scattered as far as the east is from the west.
I am a good husband to my wife.
I am a good father to my daughters.
The past is over, and the future glimmers with radiant light.
I will look to the new day, the dawning of hope.
I will step forward with the truth before me and will no longer look on the day that is gone.
The past is over; the future has begun.

Some pieces can't ever be restored.

Dads are supposed to pursue sons, not the other way around.

A man who is told learns with his head; a man who experiences the lesson learns with

You know, people think I'm a little crazy because of what I do for fun, but I don't think I have anything on you.

All I saw in his eyes during my last impromptu was visit was apathy. A healthy dose of it. It's not that he hates me; it's that he's devoid of any type of emotions toward me.

Brandon reached down and yanked up a handful of grass and roots, the sides of the blades cutting into his hand like a razor. What happened to the grass, Dana? Why isn't it green anymore?

Real life isn't like those comic books you love so much.

I want you to lock an image of these falls into your mind. I want you to consider it every time you press into the Spirit.'
Reece stooped and picked up a leaf lying on the platform, held it up, and pointed to a drop of dew that hung from the end. 'This is the amount of water most people who follow Jesus tap into. But that'
Reece pointed at the falls
'is the kind of power available when we fully tap into the Spirit.

Reece shook his head. "No, just the opposite. We'll stay out."
"What?" Brandon frowned.
Dana stared at Reece with a look of horror.
"It needs to be you, Brandon. You need to go in alone.

We are so good at treating the symptoms and so lacking in curing the disease.

You don't have to own something for it to be you. Haven't you ever gone into a gallery and seen a painting and said 'that's me'. Or had a piece of music capture something deep down you didn't even know was there? You realize it's always been part of youl you've just never heard it before.

Maybe it was teleportation. The Spirit took you there."
"That might explain my visit to the soccer game, but it doesn't elucidate why I was in two different editions of the bakery."
"Elucidate?"
"Clarify, expound, explicate ... "
"You should have stopped at expound."
"Brandon! I need assistance here.

When you wish upon objects in the sky,
Not knowing if you'll live or die,
Heal my heart and heal my head,
And for once sweet dreams,
When I crash in bed.

How would he answer the question? No idea. In that moment he realized something inside was very, very dead.

Don't do that to me. Losing you would not be good for my mental health, get it?

On your heart, what are you hearing from God?