It’s not that I’ve been invited to the hole I’m standing in. It’s that I accepted the invitation.

God chose to deliberately venture into and intentionally occupy depths far below and infinitely beyond that which any human has ever descended, and then to raise Himself back up to glory from those horridly dark places. And I pray that we never miss the fact that Christmas is God’s invitation for us to join Him in the rising.

The potential within each of us is massive. And it is petrifying to think that a power that large and that wonderful can instantly fall to something as small and anemic as greed. Yet, what’s more frightening is not that we let that happen, but that we often invite that to happen.

My life is a series of invitations accepted and invitations rejected, and the place I now find myself is often a result of accepting the wrong invitations and rejecting the right ones.

God invites. We decline. And because of that single foolhardy decision we spend the rest of our lives ‘declining’.

I don’t necessarily sit around inviting life to knock me down, but when it does I don’t wait around for an invitation to stand back up either.

Loss is an invitation to a journey of unparalleled growth, yet we seldom RSVP the invitation.

It’s not about inviting great things into our lives. Rather, it’s about accepting the invitation of great things to step out of our lives.

The wisdom to be on the throne of one’s life must surpass the wisdom of the one being ruled, otherwise I will squander the whole of my life in the most appalling ways. By virtue of that reality, I would be wise to get out of the chair and invite God to have a seat.