As I stand cloaked in some seemingly perpetual darkness desperately hoping for a scant ray of light, I ask, “Why has the sun never risen?” And I realize that it rose a long, long time ago. I just refused to open my eyes sufficiently to see it.
Could it that the impossible is compelling because we have just enough God within us to know the impossible to be achievable, and just enough of ourselves within us to know that we have to rely on Him to do it?
Should all the hoards of mankind assemble as one and bring the full force of their numbers against us, we must remember that one man standing alone with God remains an immovable majority.
His presence is found at the end of your rope
I don’t define darkness as the absence of light. Rather, I define it as the absence of God. And in that sense, it’s never dark.
Faith is embracing the invisible simply because the invisible is the precursor to everything that is visible. Therefore, to lack faith is to lack everything.
Pessimism is not part of my nature. Rather, it’s part of what happens to me when I reject God’s nature.
We all have a dream for what this life could be like. Christmas is God handing us everything that we need to make that dream a reality. The issue is, are we willing to take up ‘everything’ or let our dreams fall to ‘nothing.
When it comes to what God’s doing in our lives, sometimes knowing everything kills everything. And if I kill everything, then knowing everything doesn’t matter.
I might not believe in the possibilities, but that in no way diminishes the realities of the opportunities.
We all have a dream for what this life could be like. Christmas is God handing us everything that we need to make that dream a reality. The issue is, are we willing to take up that ‘everything’ or let our dreams fall to ‘nothing.
Paradise is not something that we create. Rather, it is something that we find.
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.
It’s not about believing in something. Rather, it’s about what I believe in. And too often what I believe in is that there’s nothing to believe in.
Why Christmas?” we ask ourselves. It’s because whatever’s staring back at us in the mirror is the very same thing that’s emblazoned across God’s heart.
If ingenuity is an indicator of how much we love someone, then the story of Christmas is about as ingenious as you can get.
Christmas is God’s way of saying that we’re great, just not in the arrogant way that we think we are.
The longer I’ve walked with God the more I’ve realized that being thankful is vigorously celebrating what’s right in the world while anticipating that what’s wrong with it will soon follow suit.
Hope is not some flimsy belief that things might somehow work out. Rather, hope is a belief in a God who’s already worked it out.
If I have faith, what I see as a wall in front of me is in reality a door that will soon be behind me.