Your father died for me, and dying with you would be an honor, though not as great as dying to save you.

The moon was up, painting the world silver, making things look just a little more alive.

Do not fear the shadowy places. You will never be the first one there. Another went ahead and down until He came out the other side.

God is a God of galaxies, of storms, of roaring seas and boiling thunder, but He is also the God of bread baking, of a child's smile, of dust motes in the sun. He is who He is, and always shall be. Look around you now. He is speaking always and everywhere. His personality can be seen and known and leaned upon. The sun is belching flares while mountains scrape our sky while ants are milking aphids on their colonial leaves and dolphins are laughing in the surf and wheat is rippling and wind is whipping and a boy is looking into the eyes of a girl and mortals are dying.

Horace smiled. "Always breakfast like a man condemned. One never knows that a day may bring."

Narrative living is the beginning of rhetoric.

Your father died for me, and dying with you would be an honor, though not as great as dying to save you.