My fear has brazenly taken pen in hand and redefined a horizon as the termination of everything instead of the beginning of many things. And the first thing I need to do is get my pen back.

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.

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?

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

In the craziness of this world we’re desperately looking for something bigger than us, yet we’re always trying to make things smaller than us. And so maybe ‘us’ is the real problem.

The degree of the darkness that we’re experiencing today is nothing more than an indicator of how bright the coming light is going to be. And if we look at it that way, does it ever really get that dark?