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.

What a culture we live in, we are swimming in an ocean of information, and drowning in ignorance.

The greatest shackles we bear in thislife are those forged by our own fears

Life has taught me that to fly, you must first accept the possibility of falling.

Everybody needs love. Everybody. Those who don't believe that frighten me a little.

We are all in motion. Always. Those who are not climbing toward something are descending toward nothing.

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