The Point Is The Love

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.

A Man Must Have A Battle To Fight, A Great Mission To His Life That Involves And Yet Transcends Even Home And Family.

She Is The Crescendo, The Final, Astonishing Work Of God. Woman. In One Last Flourish Creation Comes To A Finish With Eve. She Is The Master's Finishing Touch.

Deep In His Heart, Every Man Longs For A Battle To Fight, An Adventure To Live, And A Beauty To Rescue.

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.