Having lived with nothing is the gift that allows me to appreciate the privilege of having everything.

The genius in Christmas is that it changes the trajectory of everything through a baby who was born into nothing. And if we have any shred of genius in us at all, it will be evidenced by our willingness to embrace that ‘everything’ out of our ‘nothing.

To end my life having exhausted the whole of it in the pursuit of worldly things means that I will die holding no things. But to exhaust the whole of it in the pursuit of God means that I will die holding all things. And the difference between the two is everything.

To keep my life free of evil I must of necessity keep my life full of God, for keeping my life full of anything else will give evil everything else.

I wonder if it’s in losing everything that we realize that all we’ve lost is the ‘nothing’ that we mistakenly thought was ‘everything.

It is far too trite to simply say that we should be ‘thankful,’ for that renders thankfulness as some sort of socially conditioned practice empty of everything and full of nothing. Rather, we should sternly commit to being perpetually thankful so that we might become people empty of nothing and full of everything.

Silence is the place where we can listen without having to hear anything. And in not having to hear anything we can, in fact, now listen to everything.

Anything irreversible should be granted the ‘everything’ of our attention.