I didn’t take the time to gift him what twenty years have given me. Two decades became the refiner’s fire of the two that preceded them.

If God is involved, then His story may be written by the most enigmatic man who’s ever graced a presidential podium.

What if I could have Matthew back for one more night?

With so much vastness beyond me, how can I be captivated by things so diminished by comparison?

I noticed a picture of two young men, who were his sons. The one on the left had graduated from college. The one on the right was dead.

The allure of life without limits - blindingly mesmerizing and compulsive - can come only from a seducing charmer.

Every call of God comes with equal standing despite the position. Every purpose has an identical worth with God.

In terms of belief, vision, purpose, and desire, they are in such perfect harmony that they become indistinguishable one from the other.

Shamans of faith often promise the unimaginable and produce the intangible. Yet, I still seek so-called miracle workers.

Our minds are mush when it comes to expounding a philosophy of liberty and self-government.

When a man feels fundamentally damaged, broken, incompetent, or bad, he’s going to be ashamed of himself.

When the eyes of that soul look at me it’s as though they’re saying "I am not who I used to be, but I am what I am, and I am all I can be."

Overnight, in an instant, I lost my grip on who God was. All that knowledge of him that I polished every year simply faded into a blur.

For the young the frontier is an undefined fantasy that promises unbounded opportunity. Eventually the fantasy folds up to reveal reality.

With astonishing magnanimity, God grants the damned the utmost desire of their hearts so they can dwell in unspeakable revulsion and terror.

Can four men who have lived through two hundred years of history tell me anything about what life means or where it’s headed?

There’s Jesus looking me in the eye and daring me to cast the first stone.

Life has a way of bringing us back to the reality that strips away pretentious applications of divine pronouncements we may not understand.

The gauzy, gooey Messiah is a caricature of the real Man. When this Messiah returns, he will come as a warrior and not as a lovable lamb.

There was nothing beautiful or majestic about his appearance, nothing to attract us to him. He was despised and rejected.