It’s not a bowl’s destiny to remain clean and stored in the cupboard. It was made to be a vessel, poured out for the nourishment of others. Washing it simply prepares it to serve it’s purpose.


We rarely brush against the limits of our potential, because we so easily succumb to the demands of our comfort. It’s seldom a question of “can we” and more often the struggle of “will we”.

“Jesus wept”, and if our sons are to be transformed into His image, they too shall shed tears. The idea that men don’t cry is cultural, not scriptural; rooted more in John Wayne than Jesus Christ.


The problem with us trying to play the Holy Spirit in someone else’s life, is we so often try to be the Counselor when He’s wanting to be the Comforter.


Without God, we are bound to become prisoners of our own mind.  Unless we can conceive of something bigger than ourselves, our thoughts, feelings, experiences, and circumstances become the borders of our reality.

The strength that actually matters in this life cannot be forged in the gym. Though we should endeavor to maintain some level of reasonable health, we are rarely called upon to bring substantial physical power to a situation.  On the other hand, we are challenged intellectually, emotionally, and spiritually, on an almost daily basis.  Thus, qualities like the ability to think clearly when chaos reigns around us, or to put others needs above our own, or to continue to love when our heart has been crushed, or to hold onto our values in the face of rampant compromise, or to have faith in the midst of the storm… prove to be of far greater worth.  Yet, as a society we seem much more focused on our physical state, while these other aspects of our being remain weak and under-developed.  One day, our bodies will be buried in the dirt, and it will be what we did with the rest of us that ultimately determines how we are remembered.

Consequence is the price we pay for the freedom to choose.