"Not every day is filled with hope. On my darker days, I read about the latest atrocity and I have a hard time believing in goodness. But then I look up at the stars or into my infant sons eyes, and I'm reminded of a much larger story than myself. I'm reminded of how small I am, and how even my own perspective is limited. I laugh out-loud, as a thought comes into my head: What I believe about my Creator (wrong or right) means infinitely less than what my Creator thinks of me. In this perspective, the meaning no longer hangs on the question: 'Do I believe in a God of love?' The question is this: 'Tell me love do you believe in me?'" -- Jon Foreman
"Not every day is filled with hope. On my darker days, I read about the latest atrocity and I have a hard time believing in goodness. But then I look up at the stars or into my infant sons eyes, and I'm reminded of a much larger story than myself. I'm reminded of how small I am, and how even my own perspective is limited. I laugh out-loud, as a thought comes into my head: What I believe about my Creator (wrong or right) means infinitely less than what my Creator thinks of me. In this perspective, the meaning no longer hangs on the question: 'Do I believe in a God of love?' The question is this: 'Tell me love do you believe in me?'" -- Jon Foreman