Of course God does outrageous things. But in reality, what insanity would prompt me to follow a God who did anything less?

It is the length of the journey that ripens the joy of the outcome.

If I am sufficiently brave to extract the cancer of fear, I have effectively gutted my conviction that what stands before me is impossible.

Most of our fears are borrowed. Since that’s the case, we should get busy returning them.

If I wholly unleash my imagination and forcefully stretch it out beyond its own edges, even at such a point I can only imagine a thin shard of this most immense God. And even though it is but a thin shard, it will nonetheless be mesmerizingly colossal.

Things becomes invisible at the very moment I refuse to grant them importance. And while I am utterly ashamed to admit it, many of the most important things in my life are invisible.