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

God has given me both the right and privilege to outrun Him if I so choose. Yet, if I do so, I will have lost the race.

If we rebel against the God who created us, there’s not much left to rebel against. And maybe that’s the point.

In my efforts to flee God, I will always end up some place where’s He’s at because I’ve never left where He was.

When we ask God to leave, He does so. And in the leaving, He takes everything with Him that is of Him. Consequently, that means that we invite in everything that is not of Him. And we might be wise to consider the nature of that invitation and if we really want to extend it.

I am aware of what I am, but I am likewise aware of what I am not. And if I’ve refused to let God shape my life, I’m probably not happy with either.

The problem that I think I have with God is often not a problem at all. Rather, it is most frequently a tired misperception where I have made God what I need Him to be in order to justify my rejection of Him.

More often than not, rejecting rescue is in reality rejecting our need to be rescued. And it may very well be that is why so many reject Christmas.

My first mistake is to humanize God. My second mistake is to hold those wretched human characteristics up against all of the majestic things that I sense God should be. The blatant discrepancy which is certain to ensue then allows me to not only justify my rejection of Him, it grants me unbridled permission to discount His existence altogether. And that third and final mistake is without a doubt the most costly of all.