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“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.”

“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.”

“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.”

“So it is that this man named Jesus handily performed feats that were astounding in their scope and utterly impossible in their nature. And as if that were not enough, He then does something as outrageous as inviting us to a life of doing the same. And yet it would seem that the most astounding and impossible thing of all is for us to blithely reject that invitation in favor of the aching emptiness and endless darkness that rides hard on the heels of just such a rejection.”