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“Fear tells me that while there might be a host of people who wish to stand beside me in times of crisis, the tangled wreckage is sometimes so enormous that the best of their efforts leave them stranded at a great distance. And standing desperately alone surveying the carnage that holds all others a bay, God suddenly taps me on the shoulder, leans over and whispers, 'how about a little demolition?”

“It is early Christmas morning. As I write, the sun has yet to rise. The world remains drowsy, only now beginning the process of shaking itself awake. But as the world rises from its slumber, will it awaken? Will it come to understand the utter immensity of this day? That in a single yet brilliant moment in time, God inserted the whole of Himself into time and effortlessly broke the back of history in that single act? Will we begin to comprehend the fact that in that singular act, God altered the entire trajectory of time itself, thereby sending the future careening toward hope instead of descending into darkness? And are we able to even remotely fathom what the world would have been like had time not been altered in this exact manner? On any morning, will we awaken to all of that, or will we do nothing more than arise from slumber but never find ourselves awakened in the arising?”

“When Christmas has passed, if I find that I am none the better for having engaged it, the only explanation that I can muster up is that I can be handed the greatest of gifts, yet still have the emptiest of hands. And finding myself in that dreadful condition, I am left to assume that the fool within me has chosen to live with the hands that now define me instead of embracing the God Who wishes to fill me.”

“Are we so gleefully enraptured with our own greed that we think it wise to banish God to the barest fringes of our existence? For I would surmise that if we are that impoverished, we deserve the destruction that such impoverishment will rain upon us. And in the rain, I must tell you that I will not flee to the fringes to which we have banished God in order to find shelter in His embrace. Rather, I will pray Him into the middle of the rain so that all of us will suddenly find ourselves sheltered from the rain that we had created by the God that we had banished. For such is the character of this God.”

“Somewhere along the way we've lost our convictions, and it appears that in the losing we've altogether forgotten what convictions are. For convictions have been meticulously redefined as rights run amuck in the service of self, greed mongering goals touted as the call of destiny obediently obeyed, the desire to abide by tawdry trends so as not to be ousted by favored groups, and other such horribly debilitating vices. And despite this utterly absurd rewrite (which is in fact a careless editing incessantly pawned off as embracing the most riveting legitimacy imaginable), convictions are in fact the commitment to steadfastly adhere to sound principles and proven ethics that thoughtfully build the world around us as they reshape the ugly agendas within us.”

“If something pushes itself into our lives and demands immediate allegiance of us, it will always be less than that which we should give the best of ourselves over to. However, if something stands at a distance and invites us in quiet and unobtrusive tones, and if it then steps away to allow us to settle the matter for ourselves, it is likely worth the whole of our allegiance. Such is God.”

“Easter is the message that the limits of our understanding (despite how suffocating they might be) can never, and will never alter the limitlessness of our existence or in any way diminish our ability to actually live out that limitlessness. That any ending that we will ever experience (despite how brutally dark that ending might have been) holds within itself the ability to become a beginning so ingenious and so utterly improbable that it will handily crush whatever that darkness was. That any defeat (regardless of how devastating) holds within its pain and disappointment the seeds of a victory so potent and so comprehensive that it will wipe out the pain and obliterate the disappointment. And that God Himself invites us to a forever tomorrow even at the points that we fall to the stubborn conviction that any tomorrow could never possibly arise out of the ashes of our today. This…this and so much more is the incredibly and entirely immovable message of Easter.”

“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.”

“Sometimes things stand at a natural and expected distance from us. Over time, our relationship with these things become defined by the distance, despite the fact that we might find that distance unsettling at times. Yet at some entirely unexpected moment, we turn and the chasm has closed. The distance vanishes, as does our understanding of the relationship as once defined by the distance now gone. To our astonishment, what had become a relationship held in check by the limitations of distance is now freed to saturate itself in the richness of an entirely unfamiliar but utterly amazing intimacy. And the story of chasms gone and intimacy achieved is what God did at Christmas.”