Many people say that life is a race, and for many it is. But for those whom believe in Jesus' sacrifice for us know that Jesus already ran the race in our place and won. But the first place medal has been placed upon us instead so that our lives may no longer be a race, but a victory lap.

A midnight mutter, that indistinguishable sound

Garbled echos of prisoners bound

muffled cries held by chains of denial

Their mere presence that doth defile

To the extent of their chains, abruptly they stop

With nowhere to go, inevitably they drop

Without a sound upon the warden’s chest

Without weight, downward they press

Pressure builds, the constriction holds fast

Like shadow puppets upon the wall ‘tis cast

the heartbeat rhythm that now struggles to beat

The silence continues until the inevitable defeat

We cannot become successful and produce true joy by having confidence in ourselves. How can we?

Does a captain drop anchor on the deck of his ship?

Is a house built upon its own structural foundation?

Does a tree hold fast with roots that grow above the earth?

Everyone and everything depends upon something deeper and more profound than itself for stability. It would be paradoxical and against our nature to assume otherwise. I know that I could never live up to my own expectations. No, I do not put confidence in myself, my confidence is in a Man who did live up to every expectation for me and yet died a death that I should have died.

All good things happen in the time they take to be Good.

If truth is something we create, then how do we know what’s real and what’s fake?

Can we really trust our own intuitions, or are we just another product of our culture’s superstitions?

Am I really creating what’s inside of me, or is this just another manipulation of society?

Is it possible to stand on a universal truth that denies the existence of universal truths?

If truth is something we create, then how do we know what’s real and what’s fake?

Can we really trust our own intuitions?

How do we know that we aren’t just product of our culture’s superstitions?

Am I really creating what’s inside of me?

Or is this just another manipulation of society?