. . .and every native has a story of winter – stories that usually begin, You call this a storm? And grow in the telling like battle tales shared by graying war veterans. It’s a peculiar character flaw to those of us from cold climates that we feel superior to those who have the sense to live elsewhere.

Could it be that to truly love a thing is not to desire it, but to desire happiness for it?

It is in the darkest skies that stars are best seen.

In your hurry to keep Christmas, you have forgotten Christmas. The truest gift of Christmas is the gift of self.

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

As we walk our individual life journeys, we pick up resentments and hurts, which attach themselves to our souls like burrs clinging to a hiker's socks. These stowaways may seem insignificant at first, but, over time, if we do not occasionally stop and shake them free, the accumulation becomes a burden to our souls.

Procrastinatio n is the thief of dreams