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“The world brazenly touts freedom as both the inalienable right and morally liberating justification to mindlessly play in the filth that lies all around me. And the slight bit of sanity that yet remains within me asks, ‘what raging madness would prompt me to incessantly wallow in the very things that will eventually swallow me?”

“My sin murdered Him. And out of this self-loathing shame borne of the understanding that I could perpetrate such a heinous act, I am barely able to raise my head sufficiently to ask what crazed insanity would prompt Jesus to walk out of an empty tomb for the single purpose of pursuing a decaying soul that murdered Him? And I would be wise to consider that the question itself is asked only because I have yet to touch the barest periphery of God’s love despite the fact that because of an empty tomb it stands right in front of me.”

“The purest essence of our humanity is rooted in the willingness to relinquish the gift of life in order to insure that that gift is preserved in the life of another. And to take the hands of cowardice and reach into the depths of our soul in an attempt to rip those roots out is to relinquish the gift of life without preserving anything in the relinquishment, including ourselves.”

“The sun is but a mere handful of minutes from rising on yet another Christmas morning. And I sit here in the early morning light wrestling with a handful of inordinately stubborn words that refuse to submit to any kind of syntax that might express the richness of my thoughts on this morning. But then I realized that the God of Christmas is infinitely too big for words, and His gift surpasses any syntax man could hope to form to explain it. Therefore, my prayer for you is that the God of Christmas will come to you in a manner beyond words and change your life beyond imagination.”

“The morning bids me to linger a moment before the sun proclaims the day as having arrived. And it is this silent space hewn from a day not yet on its feet that tenderly and at times abruptly positions me to better face the arriving day. And I am utterly amazed that there has never been a single day in the whole of my life where the day showed up without this gift. Rather, it’s that I have too often shown up too hurried to accept the gift.”