We have watched men and women expend the whole of their lives brilliantly form-fitting the Word of God to the ever-changing contour of the culture. Yet, true brilliance is found in recognizing that the ‘ever-changing’ contour of the culture is a result of the fact that we’ve refused to form-fit it to the ‘never-changing’ contour of scripture. And anything less than that is brilliance brilliantly faked.

The principles written in God’s Word end with a period, not a comma.

Do we dare embrace an authentic faith stripped bare of everything that we have spoken into it and ripped entirely clean of everything that we have built upon it? And are we willing to embrace something that inexpressibly potent, that unashamedly demanding, and that shockingly unfamiliar? Yet maybe the better question is, do we dare to not do that?

Jesus died a criminal’s death surrounded by a handful of followers who refused to do anything other than a chase a God who, through His death at that very moment, was chasing them.

When I walk with God, being isolated is a state of mind not a fact of reality.

To imagine oneself playing a role in an epic story is exhilarating, but to actually step into an epic story is terrifying. And the problem is that imagination might be safe, but being safe doesn’t write any stories worth reading.

God has graciously given us all things. Yet when He handed us the Bible, the one thing that He didn’t give us was a pencil with an eraser on it.

I have rendered God invisible only because the size of Him terrifies me and the thought of myself in comparison to Him swallows me whole. But, is it not in being swallowed up by God’s size that I am at the self-same moment freed of everything that makes me small?

For many, their dream is simply to survive until tomorrow. And in these situations, my prayer is not that God would alter their circumstances nor change their heart. Rather, it is that they would invite God into both.