While intellect might make a man ingenious, it is passion that keeps genius on its feet.

Preemptively interwoven into this ingeniously crafted existence is everything that we need to be everything that we are.

God’s genius is as wide as the cosmos, while by comparison our intelligence can find room on the head of a pin.

Genius is creating something and constructing within it the ability to build on itself in order to become what it was created to be, and as a result of that very process, never find an end to the creating.

God never delays. Rather, it is our ‘delayed’ willingness to embrace the genius of God as held against the ignorance of our shallowness, for such a crippling posture infuses a sense of delay directly into the middle of strategic perfection.

If ingenuity is an indicator of how much we love someone, then the story of Christmas is about as ingenious as you can get.

And when we stand in the middle of whatever wilderness happens to be ours, we look around and ask, what plan got us here and what plan will get us out? The former is likely the product of our ignorant contrivances, while the latter is a formulation of God's phenomenal genius. And have we ever considered that we might be in the wilderness because we’ve confused the two?

I would be dreadfully remiss not to think that God would painstakingly craft something an intimately ingenious and inexplicably intricate as my life, and that by virtue of such sheer brilliance I should not examine it with the greatest precision and unleash it with the fullest abandon.

You are not a sordid compilation of the messages of some troubled past. Rather, you are the ingeniously crafted creation of an infinite God.