Yes, we have no bananas but we still need you to play second banana
A heart can only beat in synch with another A broken heart still beats because God keeps the time– just as He keeps us–
I’ve started blind copying my wife on emails to myself
Life has given us pumpkins ostensibly for carving and smashing but I smell an opportunity though the opportunity cost
God’s not buying it Until you own it– Are we clear?
If you leave well enough alone for long enough you’ll have enough to make you cry
At the end of The Sorcerer’s App… as chaos reaches a crescendo the sorcerer appears just in time and sets things back in order Apprenticed to no one,
Everyone knows it could go either way but no one believes it could have gone either way So we tell ourselves
Let good intentions be my sword and naivete my shield
When we asked Jesus to explain the mechanics of the last being first He answered in yet another parable… It’s like when you’re playing tug…
In the act of creating new life men presage their relationship with death
Friendly competition is heaven on… Culture war is hell on wheels Of time But now that our culture’s wheels… We’ll soon be out of time
It was only after we debuted our sugar coated raisins to fight back against Craisins that I realized you could win hearts and minds
There is hiding yourself and there is hiding from yourself; the former is often
Two roads diverged the one to the left leading up the garden path the one to the right leading down the garden path