A compass calibrated by my greed is a rather shrewd way to legitimize my agenda. However, true north on a compass such as this is a straight line to the edge of a really big cliff.

If God didn’t design the road, you can be assured that it’s a very short path to a really steep cliff.

Independence that has declared its ‘independence’ from the sure and certain compass of sound morals is nothing more than rogue greed having scantily dressed itself in the garb of independence while running off the cliff of anarchy.

Life offers us many paths, but there’s only One that doesn’t lead to the edge of a cliff.

If I end up at the edge of this cliff one more time than the number of times I’ve walked away from it, I need to burn my map, trade in my compass and ask God for a new set.

A cause that only serves me is much like a door on the edge of a cliff, it doesn’t open to anywhere good.

If I simply look at the map that I’ve so tediously created, it will explain why I’m laying at the bottom of this cliff looking up.

Patience is where we choose to enjoy the view instead of run off the cliff.

I can rush off a cliff or I can build a bridge across it. And if you look around, we seem to be awfully light on bridges these days because we’re incredibly limited on patience.