Desire, Both The Whispers And

We Have No Idea Who We Really Are. Whatever Glory Bestowed, Whatever Glory Is Being Restored, We Thought The Whole Christian Thing Was About... Something Else. Trying Not To Sin. Going To Church. Being Nice. Jesus Says It Is About Healing Your Heart, Setting It Free, Restoring Your Glory. A Religious Fog Has Tried To Veil All That, Put Us Under Some Sort Of Spell Or Amnesia, To Keeup Us From Coming Alive.

When A Woman Forsakes Her Vulnerability Because She's Been Hurt Or Because She Lives In A Dangerous World Or Doesn't Want To Be Used, She Loses Something Essential About Being A Woman.

Faith Looks Back And Draws Courage; Hope Looks Ahead, And Keeps Desire Alive.

Most Of What You Encounter When You Meet A Man Is A Facade, An Elaborate Fig Leaf, A Brilliant Disguise.

A Soldier Surrounded By Enemies, If He Is To Cut His Way Out, Needs To Combine A Strong Desire For Living With A Strange Carelessness About Dying. He Must Not Merely Cling To Life, For Then He Will Be A Coward, And Will Not Escape. He Must Not Merely Wait For Death, For Then He Will Be A Suicide, And Will Not Escape. He Must Seek His Life In A Spirit Of Furious Indifference To It; He Must Desire Life Like Water And Yet Drink Death Like Wine.