Christmas and hope are bound inseparable. But because we can’t separate ourselves from our need to deny such a truth, we’ve bound ourselves to live without hope.

Christmas subjugates the pessimism of my mind to the optimism of God’s heart. On second thought, it might be more accurate to say that it drowns it.

What further evidence do we need regarding our inability to save ourselves? For if we dare to take even the briefest look at the world around us, we’ll rather quickly see that we can’t even save ourselves from the evidence that we can’t save ourselves.

It seems to me that our incessant attempts to define God is far more about our desire to humanize Him and far less about our desire to understand Him. And if I persist in my attempts to do the former I will never achieve the latter which leaves me with neither.

My focus is not on the flood that surrounds me. Rather, my focus is on the God Who surrounds the flood.

When it comes to my life, I may chase the pay-off of the moment or I may pay-it-forward into my future. Yet, being ‘righteous’ in these choices may grant me neither so that God might grant me everything.

I don’t have all the answers. More than that, I don’t even know half the questions. But I can rest in the fact that God has both.

Fear is the result of counting on men instead of leaning on God.

My stupidity need not be the end of me, for if I surrender my stupidity to God it will in fact become the beginning of me.