Your story matters, who you are matters, tonight matters, none of it is an accident. You were born for the blue skies.

There are tears that shine like a smile, sobbing like a sunrise for the truth.

I feel like that's something the church has done really badly is actually confessing. We are sinners. We are broken, shattered people that do things selfishly, out of arrogance, pride, lust, greed. And all have fallen short. That doesn't mean some we're definitely a part of that inclusive all.

I yearn to live and love and burn, and yet so much of my time is spent faking and forgetting, faking and forgetting I carry out my disbelief with uninspired hands, my eyes shut, my emotions dulled, my spirit numb. In times like these I am in desperate need of truth to come to me like a blinding light, like a splinter in my soul, reminding me of the brevity of my time here on earth.

The life, when we're aware of beauty, is kind of a bittersweet thing, it's a transient reminder of eternal beauty, which someday we will be face to face with.

I wanna be a part of the generation that throws out money, throws out time, throws out all that we are against something bigger than ourselves.

I'm very reluctant to put my words into God's mouth.