The bigger the call, the smaller the voice. Therefore, we’d be wise to ignore anything that’s shouting.

The roads of life are paved wide and skirt the mountains. And these very roads are choked with a steady stream of pathetically pedantic travelers who in reality have no intent of traveling. And if we are to discover the real travelers, much less join them, we will find them out on precarious paths that defy the roads and scale the mountains.

To look beyond our horizons is to acknowledge that we’ve hemmed ourselves in by creating them in the first place.

I can work on changing what I’ve become. Or I can stop engaging in the things that have made me become the person I’m trying to change. And if I’m not serious about the latter, I can forget the former.

A real journey will demand that I put my shoes on, but then I’ve got to stand up and walk. And if I forget the second part, the first part doesn’t matter.

To assume that I can even begin to chart a ‘straight’ path is probably the best way I can take myself ‘straight’ to the very place I don’t want to go.

What is life but God's daring invitation to a remarkable journey? And what is human nature but a staunchly inbred tendency toward self-preservation? And because of the rigidly paradoxical nature of these things, the road of life is seldom trod beyond a few scant steps.

With God, a mountain is only a road waiting to happen.

In reality, the goal is not the ‘destination’ of the journey. Rather, the goal is the ‘summation’ of the journey. Therefore, if I’ve not paid attention to the journey have I achieved the goal at all?