In my impatience I become convinced that this desire of mine should have been fulfilled yesterday, when it belongs to a tomorrow that yesterday would have killed had I had my way.

If those who cause destruction have come to be ‘newsworthy’, and those who heal the devastation of that destruction have come to be less than ‘noteworthy’, has our thirst to be entertained become the truly destructive thing?

A true patriot is the one who will boldly stand against the abuse of liberty when the culture around them is using those liberties to stand for the lesser things that are certain to destroy those liberties as well as the patriot who is standing for them.

We don’t have the power to change reality. However, we do have the power to destroy ourselves in the effort to avoid it.

The death of our self-worth begins at its appraisal, for such an action erroneously implies that our worth can be quantified.

If I fashion a box for my dreams and then carefully pack them away in that box, I no longer have dreams.

Do we actually think that we have the power to subjugate evil and wrestle it into blind obedience as some whipped puppy? For if evil can convince us of this, it has ‘subjugated’ us and ‘wrestled’ us into blind obedience without us having any idea that we just got whipped.

If the light we have is continually engulfed by the darkness in a way that makes the darkness even darker, maybe we should think about getting our light from Someone else before it gets a whole lot darker.

Suddenly finding myself imprisoned in the ruins of the fortresses I created, I realize that that which I built to protect me has now become a labyrinth that is set to destroy me. And laying spent in the rubble, I finally realize that there is only one fortress and I cannot create it because there is only one God.