If we speak in truth it may not always feel good, but it will always be right.

Christmas embodies everything that I need. However, everything that I need is often made up of a lot of stuff I don’t want.

For, if we’re really going to give ourselves the best of ourselves, we have to be honest with the worst of ourselves.

It’s not about my reflection. It’s about what’s being reflected in my reflection. And frankly, I find that it’s easy to focus on the former, but the latter makes me want to smash mirrors.

To save myself I must face myself, which may be the hardest of all things to face.

When standing face to face with myself, I far too often refuse to look in the mirror. When standing face to face with God, there is no place where a mirror is not.

If I were to be brutally honest with myself, how often is my journey actually a path designed to circumvent my journey?

The problem with holiness is that once we look into the face of it we are no longer capable of taking that which is odious and filthy and somehow pretending that it’s translucent and clean. In other words, we have to do one of the most revolting things possible; we have to face ourselves.

The clash is born of the fact that the child within me sees with undiluted clarity what the adult within me is incessantly working to deny. And in these most vexing moments, to be the adult is to defer to the child.