In the absence of faith, our dreams will move from feasible aspirations to implausible fantasy.

Most of the things we deem as impossible are only impossible because we’ve given them permission to be impossible.

If I can draw the slightest smile across a single face obliterated by pain, in that act I will have begun to understand the power of an ordinary human being to perform the seemingly impossible in the life of another human being. And how can that experience do anything less than drive me to try and make the world smile.

To ask what the limits of our imagination are suggests that we firmly believe in limits, but we don’t have much faith in imagination.

Maybe the impossible was not based on how life actually worked, but on how we constricted life through our bluntly stunted vision and all the other abhorrent things that we did to keep it safe.

I hike up hills and call them mountains. However, God descends to mountains and calls them stepping stones to heaven. And while the immensity of it all scares me a bit, I think I prefer God’s point of view.

I can imagine all sorts of things. But can I imagine a God who insists that we imagine the impossible so that the impossible need not remain imagination?

Peace is not elusive. It’s just that we want to create it, which doesn’t really make it elusive. It makes it impossible. Yet, the peace that I have is in remembering that with God, nothing is impossible.

You, yes you are the impossible waiting to happen. And the only reason that that sounds impossible to you is that you haven’t been daring enough to push the possible out to the point where it becomes what you once mistook for the impossible.