We can wander into a wilderness so vast and entangled that it will consume us or we can plummet to depths dark beyond dark, only to discover that God was sitting there waiting for us before we ever started wandering or falling.

We trust many things that can't be trusted because at some fundamentally primal level we desperately wish that there was, so we settle for what we cannot when right in front of us there's a God that we can.

Fear tells me that while there might be a host of people who wish to stand beside me in times of crisis, the tangled wreckage is sometimes so enormous that the best of their efforts leave them stranded at a great distance. And standing desperately alone surveying the carnage that holds all others a bay, God suddenly taps me on the shoulder, leans over and whispers, 'how about a little demolition?

Maybe we don’t ever feel that sweetly untainted and wholly majestic kind of love that takes every longing captive because we are hopelessly entangled in the illogical fear that despite all of love’s grand goodness, it might not be good enough to keep us safe.

We desperately want to believe in something. To simply live out our lives believing in nothing is to live as if this thing we call life is filled with nothing but nothing.