Max Lucado 3:16 – The Numbers of Hope: June 27, 2016

Others [put you down].  God claims you.  Let the definitive voice of the universe say, “You’re still a part of my plan.”

Max Lucado


Max Lucado 3:16 – The Numbers of Hope: June 26, 2016

Take in with all the Christians the extravagant dimensions of Christ’s love.  Reach out and experience the breadth!  Test its length!  Plumb its depths!  Rise to the heights!  Live full lives, full in the fullness of God.

Ephesians 3:18-19 The Message

Max Lucado 3:16 – The Numbers of Hope: June 25, 2016

Mark it down: God loves you with an unearthly love.  You can’t win it by being winsome.  You can’t lose it by being a loser.  But you can be blind enough to resist it.  Don’t.  For heaven’s sake, don’t.  For your sake, don’t.

Max Lucado

Max Lucado 3:16 – The Numbers of Hope: June 23, 2016

I bow my knees before the Father…that He would grant you, according to the riches of His glory, to be strengthened with power through His Spirit in the inner man, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; and that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may be able to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the love of Christ which surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled up to all the fullness of God.

Ephesians 3:14, 16-19 NASB

Max Lucado 3:16 – The Numbers of Hope: June 22, 2016

[God] speaks through the immensity of the Russian plain and the density of the Amazon rain forest.  Through a physician’s touch in Africa, a bowl of rice in India.  Through a Japanese bow or a South American abraco.  He’s even been known to touch people through paragraphs like the ones you are reading.  If he’s touching you, let him.

Max Lucado

Max Lucado 3:16 – The Numbers of Hope: June 21, 2016

My dog, Salty…sleeps next to me…as I write.  He’s a cranky cuss, but I like him….  He didn’t have much to start with, now the seasons have taken his energy, teeth, hearing, and all but eighteen-inches worth of eyesight….  He’s nervous and edgy, quick to growl, and slow to trust.  As I reach out to pet him, he yanks back.  Still, I pet the old coot….

We are a lot like Salty….  For all our chest pumping and braggadocio, we are an anxious folk; can’t see a step into the future, can’t hear the one who owns us.  No wonder we try to gum the hand that feeds us. But God reaches and touches.

Max Lucado