In the age of information, ignorance is a choice.

If I have a hope, it's that God sat over the dark nothing and wrote you and me, specifically, into the story and put us in with the sunset and the rainstorm as though to say, “Enjoy your place in my story. The beauty of it means you matter, and you can create within it even as I have created you.”

All the trees are losing their leaves, and not one of them is worried.

Book of Ecclesiastes, God is saying... Write a good story, take somebody with you and let me help

I will love you like God, because of God, mighted by the power of God. I will stop expecting your love, demanding your love, trading for your love, gaming for your love. I will simply love. I am giving myself to you, and tomorrow I will do it again. I suppose the clock itself will wear thin its time before I am ended at this altar of dying and dying again. God risked Himself on me. I will risk myself on you. And together, we will learn to love, and perhaps then, and only then, understand this gravity that drew Him, unto us.

If the point of life is the same as the point of a story, the point of life is character transformation.

It is no coincidence that Jesus talks endlessly about love. Free love. Unconditional love.