Selfishness is hunkering down into our own little worlds because we fear that the vastness of the person standing next to us will call out the vastness of the person living within us.

There’s something vulnerable about the human condition, where people can transmute into something so astonishingly altered that whatever is left is wholly unrecognizable.

If we view the world based on its impact on us, we will forever lose sight of how we might be able to impact it.

Our humanity might find varied means of expression, but if we peel away the layers there lays something of a frightened soul that is trying to find a safe place to lay itself down. And while those places that we seek are varied, until we rest in God none of us will rest.

More often than not, the foolishness of our humanity drives us to destroy the very things that we need to keep ourselves from destroying ourselves. And because that’s the case, God will never allow us to destroy Christmas.

We must leave Christmas to be what it is, for to reduce it to the stuff of myth and whimsy is take the single and sole hope of a dying humanity and obliterate it. And I would contend that such an action is insanity of the greatest sort.

I have found that in meeting people where they are at, we are taking ourselves from where we have lived out our days to where we can now live out our lives.

We can see the people around us, but we rarely ‘see’ the people around us.

To fall down is to face the weakness of my humanity, test the mettle of my character, and push the limits of my strength. Therefore, falling down will tell me who I am far more clearly than most things I might learn when I’m standing up.