Christmas is a bold act of emboldening sacrifice and the most selfless gift ever granted the rebellious lot that we are.

No, I am not powerful nor do I wish to be, for it is God using my weakness that makes me potent and I would never wish to surrender that.

Maybe I need to immerse the fabric of my soul in torrential nature of Christmas, and in doing so to finally understand that it is the very thing that can make the world what I so wish it were.

The art of living is to rise above lesser things so that we can truly enjoy great things. And the message of Christmas is the greatest of all things.

Doing life without God is not doing life.

If I were to be brutally honest with myself, how often is my journey actually a path designed to circumvent my journey?

Whatever I ‘align’’ myself with are the very things that will create a ‘line’ into my future.

The present is too often squandered grieving the past or fearing the future, which makes the present nothing more than a cheap facsimile of what was or what will be instead of what it could be.

At this moment God might not necessarily be a necessity, but know that His absence will of necessity eventually result in His necessity.

To keep my life free of evil I must of necessity keep my life full of God, for keeping my life full of anything else will give evil everything else.

To fully understand how utterly amazing we really are we must first understand all of the things about us that are not, and then we must make our habitation where they are not.

We elected a man who knows how to build walls when we needed someone who knows how to build bridges.

I wonder if whoever invented World of Warcraft realizes it’s practice for sociopaths.

. . . perhaps our grandsons, having never seen a wild river, will never miss the chance to set a canoe in singing waters . . . glad I shall never be young without wild country to be young in.

Peter Crouch, the Marmite of football.

I want us to save the creation-not just care about it, but to save it.

Unlimited opportunities can be as potent a cause of frustration as a paucity or lack of opportunities.

As long as you don't stop producing guns, you can't be a decent country!

What we do today has nothing to do with capitalism or socialism. It is a crony type of system that transfers money to the coffers of bureaucrats.

Don't worry about the chatter, do a good job, produce great work and do reporting that you're proud of.

A good poet will usually borrow from authors remote in time, or alien in language, or diverse in interest.