For us, tomorrow is a hope. For God, it’s His invitation to a promise.

The legitimacy of something is not dependent upon my ability to explain it, for my inability to explain something often evidences the legitimacy of that which I seek to explain.

My faith compels me to build a life in the expanse of what I can’t see, rather than erect some small hovel in the tiny space of that which I can.

Without a beginning I am pouring the whole of my existence into the building of endings, while the cross and the resurrection declare that God is incessantly building beginnings from the collapse of endings.

This life is a point of departure to a place where there will be no departures.

There are few things worse than wasting away in a prison that I myself constructed with such ignorance that I am helpless to escape my own construction.

It is implausible to assume that we are the sum total of this singular existence, for to probe the barest expanse of our depth is to set foot on the fringes of the infinite.

If the story of my life falls prey to the fear that roams the back alleys of my heart, it is clear that I have not invited God into the city.

Faith is the thing that asks us to set aside reason for the God who supersedes it.