Every ending will meet its own end, for every ending is destined to be swallowed up by a beginning.

It would behoove us to remember that the life we live involves the death of something so that it can become the birth of something.

Easter recognizes that I am living in a prison of my own making, and that God is in the demolition business.

Maybe every now and then I need something ‘unbelievable’ to happen to help make that which is ‘believable’ a place where I start, but not a place where I stop.

If I’m only looking at an ending, I’ll assume that an ending is all that there is. And without a doubt, that kind of assumption is the beginning of the end.

If death is inevitable, who’s to say that there aren’t other things that are inevitable as well? A cross and an empty tomb say ‘yes’ and ‘yes’.

The unbelievable is nothing more than my lack of faith in action. Easter is nothing less than God building my faith by putting the unbelievable into action.

Men expect a return on what they give, while God returns any such expectations on what He gives.

I’ve seen life accept endings, but I never seen life surrender to them.