I would guess that somewhere around ninety percent of the stuff that we refer to as love is what we ‘want’ love to be, but not what we ‘need’ love to be.

Fear is typically one-part fact and about ten-parts fiction. And that kind of formula grows things real big, real fast.

Most of our fears are borrowed. Since that’s the case, we should get busy returning them.

Sitting down with a great book means that when you stand up, you will be a completely different person from who you were when you sat down.

Rewriting the narrative so as to make my life what I want it to be is the stuff of fiction penned by the hands of fools who have yet to realize that truth writes stories bigger than any eraser fiction can conjure up.

I ask questions mainly as a means of trying to figure out what the real question is.

Possibly the most debilitating deception of all is to create a god of my own making, fool myself into believing that this limp god of mine is the true God, and then construct the entirety of my life on this flamboyantly fictional character. Possibly the most devastating realization of all is when the real God shows up, and in the showing up all of this come crashing down.

Some doubt the Christmas story, placing it as a piece of fiction penned to perpetuate a myth. And could it be that the majesty of this story is so utterly vast that fiction is the only way that they could restrain it sufficiently to keep it from commandeering their lives?

Impossible is a fact when it comes to people, but when it comes to God it’s nothing but bad fiction.