Some men see mountains as obstacles. Others as a canvas.

As a boy I heard this story in church. A man was patching a pitched roof of a tall building when he began sliding off. As he neared the edge of the roof he prayed, "Save me, Lord, and I'll go to church every Sunday, I'll give up drinking, I'll be the best man this city has ever known." As he finished his prayer, a nail snagged onto his overalls and saved him. The man looked up to the sky and shouted, "Never mind, God. I took care of it myself." How true of us.

There are two kinds of suffering in this life. That which pursues us and that which we doggedly pursue.

It's been said that every new beginning in some other beginning's end.

Every life can be learned from, as either a flame of hope or a cautionary flare.

Often times, the greatest peace comes of surrender.

We stone our prophets, then build monuments to them after they're gone.