Being our best is asking how can we take ourselves to the precipice of our own limits in any and every situation?
To strategize a rescue mission irrefutably capable of saving every human being is leagues beyond our ability to comprehend, and enormous beyond any resource we possess to execute. And to embark upon j...
Dream extravagantly, for God has imbued us with ample imagination to dream out to and across the very periphery of the impossible.
I will not find myself, nor will I obtain any precarious morsel of life in giving all of life to myself. If I am ever to find these things, I must first be willing to give these things away at the ver...
Christmas was an ingenious plan designed by God to lay siege to the hearts of all men by submitting Himself to the greed of all men.
Judging others shackles them to the cold iron of our limited notions.
Risk is the stuff that sucks the predictability right out of the very things that we desperately wish were predictable.
The service of self terminates at our own death.
To fill the fathomless caverns of my thirsty soul I must work entirely contrary to impulses of my own humanity, for it is in emptying myself at the very point where I am most empty that I fill myself.
The image of God infused in us never sees the light of day in the service of self, but it becomes the light of day in the service of others.
It was the greatest, most intricate, most ingenious and most costly rescue mission in all of human history.
Christmas is God being relentless to the point that He would die in that relentlessness.
Christmas is everything that God would do, and nothing that we would imagine Him doing.
Yet, there is a sense of some deep sort that runs entirely contrary to human nature, that in putting ourselves first, we must by necessity put others first.
To put others in front of ourselves is to put God in front of everything.
There appears to be value in getting past a mentality that good things can only rest in good things.
The love hidden within is always greater than the hate displayed without.
If I am always standing at the bottom of the mountain longingly looking up, in all probability it is because I have heeded the pillaging dogma of mediocrity which persistently tells me that the dream...
Jesus came to give us life without leaving out any of life in the giving.
Perfect majesty that deliberately chose to be born into abject poverty, walk a road of perpetual poverty, and be unjustly executed in the raw nakedness of poverty is utterly ludicrous unless I realize...