Pain says that if we’re alive enough to feel pain, we’re alive enough to feel joy. It’s just a question of whether we believe that there’s space for both.

What if the empty tomb was simply God saying that the miracle that happened there is just a foretaste of the miracles that can happen within us? And if that’s the case, nothing within us is really dead. Rather, it’s just a bunch of stuff waiting its turn to stand up and breathe again.

I would ask two questions. The first is, “How is that which is dead within me any different from anything else that God has raised from the dead?” And the second question would be, “How is His passion to raise the dead within me any different than His passion to raise anything else that He has raised?” And the answer to both is “It is not and it is not.” So, am I ready to be raised or am I not?

Too often my solution is to let something die because I can’t keep it alive, when God’s solution is to let something live because His Son already died for it.

To make something alive, put yourself in it instead of just putting your hands on it.

The fact that I was born does not mean that I am alive.

Sometimes it seems that a photo is anything but still. Sometimes photos seem to have a voice; to be alive in the stillness of their own image.