To destroy that which seeks to destroy me, God invites me to stand against it until it stands down and then falls down.

If I simply look at the map that I’ve so tediously created, it will explain why I’m laying at the bottom of this cliff looking up.

The seeds of our own destruction lay among those who stand knee deep in some crop while steadfastly denying any knowledge of any such seeds.

The greatest angst imaginable is to create something magnificent for those I love and then watch those I love utterly destroy the very thing that I created for them. And while I would surrender under the weight of the resulting carnage, God took a very different approach and surrendered His son to repair the carnage.

In case you’re short on definitions, here’s one. Insanity: ‘Destroying the very things that sustain us.’ And if we’re so short-sighted so as to make such preposterous choices, then it’s not all that preposterous to believe that shortly our end will be in sight.

If all we see are cinders and ashes, all we see is ‘what was’ at the expense of what the cinders and ashes are preparing to be.

f all we see are cinders and ashes, all we see is ‘what was’ at the expense of what the cinders and ashes are preparing to be.

Have I not yet discovered that the ashes of today enrich the soil of tomorrow?

Maybe we ought to consider that sometimes the most destructive outcomes in our lives are the ones that we’ve created.