The romantic within us is a harbinger of our deepest desires.

Greed grants us the illusion of fulfillment on the one hand, while it empties out the soul on the other. And if that’s the case, could it be that greed is a symptom of stupidity?

It was when the sun gently slipped off the backside of the horizon and slowly drew the light of the day in it’s train that everything went quiet. And before the assorted choruses of crickets and spring peepers rose to greet the night, nature nodded at a day well done. And regardless of whether my day had come with rain or sunshine, I find few things as healing as lifting my soul above my circumstances and bringing the day to a close by nodding at a day well done.

It is in taking a great thought and wrapping the entirety of it in a handful of simple words that the rouge defenses of the heart are breeched and the soul falls to the light.

The most fascinating destinations don’t lay on the cusp of some ever-distant horizon. Rather, they lie in a place well on this side of every horizon…our hearts.

Given the lethal enormity of sin and the inestimable value of a single soul, a baby in a manger and a man on a cross makes more sense that anything else I will ever be able to possibly imagine.

Directing praise to oneself is to cash in on the ego in order to bankrupt the soul.

Too often I’m the slumlord of my own heart.

God allows us to believe that we do not have a soul, because it is in living in the emptiness that we are ‘not’ that we become convinced of the fullness that we ‘are.