There are moments, it would seem, that were created in cosmic theater where we are given strange and fantastic tests. In these times, we do not show who we are to God, for surely He must already know, but rather to ourselves.

I see people getting so caught up in celebrating diversity that they are neglecting their commonality. I don't see this as a good thing. The Chinese culture has survived for more than five thousand years in part because the Chinese have embraced the same language and culture. I hope I am wrong about this, and that the flame is still on beneath the great American melting pot. Americans need each other, and a house divided, no matter the color of its occupants, is still divided. And divided we all fall.

I'm a humble guy, okay?

Man has left footprints on the moon but still hasn't walked on the ocean floor.

Sometimes our arms are so full with the burdens we carry that it hinders our view of the load those around us are staggering beneath.

Life is the soil, our choices and actions the sun and rain, but our dreams are the seeds.

If God came to save the world, why are so many of His professed followers intent on damning it?