I have yet to learn that I am not designed to carry the burden of men. Rather, I am designed to carry the love of God so that I might soothe the burden of men.

God invites. We decline. And because of that single foolhardy decision we spend the rest of our lives ‘declining’.

If my decisions constantly heed the voice of the world, I can be completely assured that I’m going to end up in a ‘world of hurt.’ If my decisions heed the word of God, I can be completely assured that this ‘world of hurt’ isn’t anywhere near my solar system.

If my decisions constantly heed the voice of the world, I can be completely assured that I’m going to end up in a ‘world of hurt.’ If my decisions heed the word of God, I can be completely assured that this ‘world of hurt’ won't be anywhere near my solar system.

With God, the word ‘impossible’ is itself impossible.

To ascend the mountain, we must descend to our knees.

Forgiveness allows the burdens that we carry to become the histories that we forget.

Easter is a marvelous affirmation of the genius of our design, but it is likewise the blunt acknowledgement that left to its own devices, the genius of our design will result in the destruction of our lives.

Without a doubt, the most ingenious plan I could ever hope to devise would be to trade my plans for God’s.