If I’ve created this road, it’s likely that my agendas define it. And although I believe the ascent to be lofty, it’s anything but the ‘higher road’ that I pretend it to be. However, if God’s truth’s define it, there is no road that is higher and there’s no pretending that it’s not.

God takes the impossible and makes it the inevitable.

The depth of the hole might be determined by the foolishness of my choices, but the foolishness of my choices never determines the length of God’s arm.

Jesus was born into an existence that I cannot fathom, and He died a death of the very same sort. And therefore, what insanity causes me to presume His inability to understand the difficulties of my existence when His wildly eclipsed mine, and why do I doubt His adequacy to engage the death within me when He died a death for me?

What is ‘impossible’ other than an idea that we too readily embrace because we’ve traded the reality of God for the ideas of the world.

Tell me it can’t be done and I’m likely to take a shot at it. And that’s not based on arrogance or some inflated sense of grandiose superiority. Rather, it’s based on a God Who says that the impossible is nothing more than surrender in disguise and defeat that was a victory on the way before I got in the way.

I think that the stories that God has told and the things that He has done seem utterly implausible to us only because we lock Him into the tiny rubrics that the stories He has told and the things that He has done invite us outside of.

The quote, “God is not done with me ‘yet’” implies a conclusion to God’s work in our lives when the existence of such a concept is non-existent.

Our prayers have two stages. First, we pray for something. And then second, we pray for the courage to deal with the rather shocking reality that the prayer was actually answered.