I hunger for filling in a world that is starved.

God reveals Himself in rearview mirrors. And I've an inkling that there are times when we need to drive a long, long distance, before we can look back and see God's back in the rearview mirror. Maybe sometimes about as far as heaven -- that kind of distance.

We give thanks to God not because of how we feel, but because of Who He is.

Real joy is not found in having the best of everything but in trusting that God is making the best of everything.

The message of Christmas is not that we can make peace. Or that we can make love, make light, make gifts, or make this world save itself. The message of Christmas is that this world’s a mess and we can never save ourselves from ourselves and we need a Messiah.

Every time I surrender to stress, aren’t I advertising the unreliability of God?

Learning slowly to not be so reactionary while inserting verbal gratitude into stressful situations is almost like being healed of mental blindness.