If you think you can stand to know what you’re made of, try kneeling before God.

Easter is God throwing everything at death so that I can give everything to life.

Greatness untethered from God results in calamity unrestrained by men.

There’s something tightly woven throughout the fabric of our humanity that runs entirely opposite to the baser instinct of looking out for our own good.

There was a moment when any hope within me froze solid and I was finally emptied of all energy to fight the cold. And at the very point of that very surrender, when I became convinced that I must bow to a world that would be forever frigid, God cupped the hands of my soul and poured in the warmth of Christmas.

We are always immeasurably bigger than the little person we’ve too often doomed ourselves to be.