If we don’t use our minds, we can be certain that someone else will.

The clash is born of the fact that the child within me sees with undiluted clarity what the adult within me is incessantly working to deny. And in these most vexing moments, to be the adult is to defer to the child.

At some point I hope to have grown sufficiently in both stature and wisdom to understand that I cannot deliver myself from myself, and that God alone can save me from me.

It’s not that I’ve been invited to the hole I’m standing in. It’s that I accepted the invitation.

So, there’s this hornet’s nest. And there’s this long stick. And then there’s me. How I walk away from all of this will depend on whether I realize that some things go together and some things don’t no matter how hard you try.

How can I claim to be the center of my universe when I can’t even conceptualize that which I claim to be the center of?

The Bible is not a book on how to live your life. It’s a book on how to live above your life.

I have long stopped attempting to define what is right. For I have found that the quietly seductive nature of my own biases in combination with the pettiness of that which is culturally vogue can handily take that which is patently ‘wrong’ and make it appear gloriously ‘right.’ And I have found it infinitely easier to let God define all of that for me.

Ignorance is not bliss. Rather, ignorance is blistering.