Have we traded the good of mankind for the agenda of our kind?

If the truth gets in the way, I will remove it. But truth be told, removing the truth never removes the truth.

An agenda serves myself, while a conviction serves everyone except myself.

Ignorance is what we choose when the weight of the argument has crushed the logic of our agenda and we refuse to acknowledge the mess.

In the thoughtlessness of my incessant hurry, I have made God an ‘addendum in’ my life verses the ‘agenda of’ my life. And what I need to hurry up and realize is that with these priorities positioned as such, what I am hurrying to is my own demise.

If I assume the ‘truth’ to be negotiable based on whether or not it serves my agenda, then my agenda has become my ‘truth.’ And the ‘truth’ of the matter is, when I do this I’ve chosen to take a treacherous path through some very deep woods where neither path nor woods exist.

I always say that my agenda is sufficiently gracious to leave more than ample room for the agenda of others. But if that’s the case, why is it that such a big room only has space for one chair?