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“A lot of the situations that we put ourselves in are similar to a cat in a yard full of dogs. We rarely ask ourselves how we got here, (which doesn’t help with the question of how we get out of here), all of which rarely keeps us from finding ourselves in the next yard asking the same questions.”

“The carnage of our lives can burn hot in the flames of our indiscretions, the greed that hung us on the very leash that we thought we had firmly secured around it, or the fool within us that thought ethics to be the hiding place of the visionless coward. And over time we have come to believe that the resultant carnage of these horribly errant ideologies carries a finality so irreversible that our lives have no hope of being anything other than the ash and smoke that we have recklessly turned them into. Yet, Easter is sufficiently formidable to raise ashes into lives of astounding beauty and turn smoke into the fragrance of hope eternally reborn.”

“We reject that which would save us out of the misguided illusion that we can handily save ourselves. Yet, we plummet in the embrace of such an illusion only to deny the fall and justify the brutality of the impact. Staggering and blinded, we raise ourselves up from the carnage, lean on the crutches of weakly fabricated philosophies, and declare the illusion of self-serving savior once again. And until we relent and embrace the Savior born at Christmas, falls will be our lot, carnage our companion, and misery our destination.”

“Our society seems something akin to an auditorium full of people holding drums. And the insanity inherent in this scene is that every person is clutching stacks of blank sheet music, no one knows what a metronome is, and none of these apparent musicians have a lick of musical experience. And in the deafening chaos of the acoustic bedlam that fills every corner of that room, every single person is voicing the incessant demand that everyone else in the room march to the beat of their own particular drum (even though they’re entirely uncertain as to what that beat is). And in the ensuing pandemonium, the beat that I’m going to march to is the one that marches me right out of that room.”