With God, the fear of failure is slain cold by success that is already hot on the way.

To attempt to know myself ‘apart’ from God is to choose to know nothing more than ‘a part’ of myself.

Maybe I don’t have enough beginnings in my life because I fought against the endings that were about to birth those beginnings.

Easter is a time when God turned the inevitability of death into the invincibility of life.

Sooner or later I will realize that the very things I most desperately need are the very things I am unable to give myself. Therefore, I will either be left despising the fact that I am doomed to live out a life that is perpetually empty, or I will realize that an empty tomb is the single thing that will eternally fill me.

What would behoove me to instantly declare God not to be God unless He followed my script in some tediously exacting manner? I must confess that I am less likely to believe that it’s a matter of some narcissistic demand that I freely pen my own script. Rather, I think it’s fear that I’m too inadequate to follow God’s.

If you want to completely destroy a child, all you have to do is mold them into your vision of what you want them to be. If you want to completely liberate a child, all you have to do is grow them into the person they were created to be. The former cannot see God in the child. The latter can see nothing less.

Easter is the final solution to the finality of death.

A god of the ‘possible’ is no God.