Just when our understanding of God finally appears to have fallen comfortably into our childlike formulas, God lets us know that He’s not two things; a child or a formula.

Should all the hoards of mankind assemble as one and bring the full force of their numbers against us, we must remember that one man standing alone with God remains an immovable majority.

After I’ve played the part of ‘god’ long enough and as a result I can no longer hold myself up, it is then that I must finally quit playing the part of ‘god’ and begin the task of looking up.

Love is a choice to reach beyond myself not once, but twice. First, I reach out to God to grant me the love that I don’t possess, and then I reach out to others to give them that love. And to be a conduit of this sort is to take love beyond the thin romantic notions of men and set it ablaze within me so that it might consume the world around me.

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

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.

I can live a life anticipating beginnings or survive a life dreading endings. So maybe I should begin ending the dreading.

It’s not the volume of that which calls us. It’s the vastness.

It is my passion to rise to great heights, but instead I dig holes where I plummet to great depths. And when will I learn that God trades shovels for wings?