Mediocrity is ‘purpose’ left to rot in minds ensnared in the deluded rationalization that vision is nothing more than a collection of fanciful dreams constructed by an imaginary God.

What I’ve yet to realize is that each time I work to avoid that which I fear, I have in that very same action forfeited the blessings that my fear blinded me to. And I’ve...

To find one’s purpose is to discover one’s worth, discern one’s direction, wholly dedicate oneself to the journey, and forge an unbending determination that I will not leave the world the way I found it....

To fill the fathomless caverns of my thirsty soul I must work entirely contrary to impulses of my own humanity, for it is in emptying myself at the very point where I am most empty...

The true sign of a robust and mature life rests in how many times that life has been knocked down, for to be incessantly knocked down and yet find oneself still standing means that someone...

Somewhere, somehow, something arises out of the ashes of our losses to remind us that nothing ever ceases. Nothing ever vanishes. Nothing ever comes to nothing.

It is not within my power to refuse the journey of life regardless of the nature of my fears or the depth of my selfishness, for the definitions of ‘journey’ and ‘life’ are indistinguishably synonymous....

I can bow to fear and flee the pursuit of great things. I can bow to God and engage in the pursuit of making things great.

Faith is the resplendent key that liberates me from the impregnable confines meticulously constructed from the raw material of my disbelief.

I am what no one else is, and in the hands of God I can do what no one else does. And if I dare set such a truth in motion I will change my...

Yet, there is a sense of some deep sort that runs entirely contrary to human nature, that in putting ourselves first, we must by necessity put others first.

Christmas is God saving mankind from the folly of mankind’s grandiose sense of greatness.

When will I realize that without God my world is draped in shadows between which there is not a single ray of light? And when will I recognize that with God, my world is deluged...

Maybe it’s an issue of being unable or unwilling to realize that we can actually impact things sufficiently to change things, rather than seeing ourselves as being exiled to some distant side line of life...

Life however is teeming with vitality and is likewise terribly tenacious; holding on against impossible odds in impossible situations over impossible lengths of time.

If the road behind me is not growing ever longer, then it is likely that the feet underneath me are not moving any longer. And if my feet are not moving, I have somehow, somewhere...

Common sense implies a cup of wisdom, a dash of discernment, and a dollop of intellectual acumen that’s blended clean and translucent.

It’s not so much about the cards you’re dealt; it’s a whole lot more about whether you play them well, or play them at all.

To avoid the cost incurred in pursuing great things we opt for ease and blithely abandon great things. The sheer recklessness of such a pathetically apathetic trade-off will eventually cost us a life squandered, which...

Love means that we remain committed to loving even at the times when the emotion is so diminished or altogether missing that we can’t feel it.

When we surrender to a purposeless existence, we are surrendering to death way ahead of death’s actual arrival.

I am thankful that in the giving we receive, and what we receive is the satisfaction of knowing that whatever we give is always bigger once we’ve given it away.

I am so often the architect of my own pain and the engineer of my own failures.

Humanized gods are too small to captivate my imagination, or be worthy of my fullest allegiance.

Without unreservedly surrendering myself to God, whatever place I might raise myself to remains nothing more than a step or possibly two off the hard basement floor of life, for of myself I can be...

Our fears are groomed for us and implanted within us by others who did the same for themselves…

We are about the hurried business of living life while missing it in the very process of living it.

I would surmise that we must cherish the resources that God has given us to achieve a goal more than we cherish the goal itself. For if we fall victim to the pursuit of the...

The service of self terminates at our own death.

Christmas was a response of the choice of mankind to take its existence into its own hands and chart its own course, liberally scripting its own ethics, crafting its own moral system, and choosing to...

God beckons me to exhilarating adventures that are without number, beyond all conceivable boundaries, and effortlessly eclipse the furthest reaches of my imagination, all while I sit languishing in stifling adventures of my own limited...

Far too often we’ve let humanity become a commodity that serves us along the way, rather than an asset that enriches our journey.

We can’t even remotely fathom that whatever is ending for us is always more than an ending.

Many of our efforts to intentionally craft and subsequently force our limited vision on life has more often than not resulted in some degree of cataclysm or schism or division or any number of other...

We forgot that many, if not most accomplishments will not leave the world a better place, which begs the question of whether they are really accomplishments at all.

Betrayal dressed in love and trimmed with the facade of good intentions is the most barbaric of all betrayals.

Be confidently assured that any ‘gods’ that we build will always have veracious appetites, and sooner or later they will gorge themselves on that which built them.

I can ruthlessly press my imagination out beyond its very edges, and even in such a remote place I have not begun to touch the barest periphery of God’s imagination.

Life is bigger than any of us will ever be as an individual. Purpose tells us that we’re specifically designed to engage every bit of that.

The image of God infused in us never sees the light of day in the service of self, but it becomes the light of day in the service of others.

Responding to the ‘great good’ within us causes us to be ‘great people.

Risk is the stuff that sucks the predictability right out of the very things that we desperately wish were predictable.

Calm for too long begs the question of whether we’re in an all-out pursuit of life, or we’re all-out of the pursuit of life.

Dream extravagantly, for God has imbued us with ample imagination to dream out to and across the very periphery of the impossible.

The issue is becoming so absorbed in positioning ourselves ahead of everyone else that life becomes nothing more than an endless strategy.

To be an end in myself is to bring an end to myself.

Good tells us that our agenda is the agenda of the person next to us.

Christmas is God being relentless to the point that He would die in that relentlessness.

Worlds of my own creation are erected with walls that are within but a few scant paces of each other. The world that God creates for me has no idea what walls are.

If I am to lead with impact, I will spend far less time out front pointing to the destination, and I will spend far more time walking among the ranks and giving them hope for...