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?

The yardstick that we frequently use to determine if something can be restored is based on the handful of inches that we bring to the process, when God shows up with an infinite amount of miles.

Of all the things that God could have done, I have yet to get over the fact that He chose us to fix the world that we screwed up. And in terms of second-chances, this is one of the biggest ones we’ll ever get.

Jesus was and is the greatest restoration specialist of all time.

God is able to fix that which is broken so that what stands repaired is immeasurably greater than that which stood before it needed repair. Therefore, the most staggering brokenness conceivable is in reality the greatest opportunity imaginable.

As an action, deciding to sacrifice oneself is nothing more than deciding to restore who we are by turning against what we’ve become.

Tragedy cleans the windows of the soul by washing away the bias of our lives in the detergent of pain.

We can only get to God through God. Every other possible avenue is a dead-end before it even starts.