I can confidently state that the greatest rescues in my life have occurred when I’ve been saved from myself.

If I see God as nothing more than a caricature of history or imagination I cannot do anything less than make myself my own ‘god’. And once I realize that in doing so my rendition of being a ‘god’ is embarrassingly inferior to the very caricature I am mimicking, I quickly come to realize that maybe the only thing that can be ‘god’ is a God. And if that is the case, I suddenly find myself hounded by the stunning reality that God is not a caricature.

At this moment God might not necessarily be a necessity, but know that His absence will of necessity eventually result in His necessity.

If I only let God do for me what I do for me, I have made God me. And if I have made God me, I don’t have God or me.

Christmas is God’s way of saying that we’re great, just not in the arrogant way that we think we are.

I’m not so arrogant as to somehow think that I’m God, but sometimes I find myself acting like I’m a little ‘god’. The fact is, if I try to be either of these I will be neither of these nor anything else of much value.

If I choose to take the pen from God and write the story of my life without Him, I better have plenty of erasers and a whole lot of white-out. Better yet, I should invest in a good shredder.

I tend to think that our arrogance peaks at those times when we think that we can trade truth for our makeshift renditions. But as I think about that a bit more, maybe it’s less arrogance and more outright ignorance.

I can arrogantly brag that the doors I choose in life open wide and grant me unobstructed passage. But the widest doors tend to lead to the worst places.