Despite all of our incessant tinkering, we can’t manufacture the things we most desperately need. And if perchance we do, they will never be more than pathetically emaciated facsimiles that will leave us emaciated. And until we finally realize that we can only ‘find’ these things, we will never sense any compulsion to ‘find’ God.

Hope does not rest with men, for despite all his boisterous claims mankind does not have the depth nor the breath to create hope. In fact, mankind can only create a thin and precarious illusion of it that disappoints without fail. For only God can create a hope that has no hope of failing.

Hope waits to be discovered, begging it seems that we believe in its existence sufficiently to pursue it in order to find it to be real in the pursuing.

I want to have the eyes of an adult to see the world as it is, but I more desperately want to have the heart of a child to make certain that I never forget what it could be.

The message of Christmas is a message of hope when all other such messages created by men can do nothing more than be hopeful.

The hands of man can manufacture many things both penetratingly brilliant and utterly astounding. Yet, despite their amazing dexterity and profound skill they cannot manufacture hope. Such a masterpiece as that is left for the hands of God and a manger crafted by those hands.

Do you want to make the darkness around you seize up in fear? Pray. For prayer is the soul turning the dark of a long night into the light of a forever day.

Christmas is not a story of hope. It is hope.

The darkness might keep us from seeing the hope around us, but it does not have the power to remove the hope around us.