No boxer, when taking a blunt fist to the face, stops the fight and says, "What's wrong with me? Why do I keep getting hit?" The boxer understands that every hit he takes increases his endurance, patience, and agility for every future fight until he is able to stand up in front of the fiercest opponent... so it is with life.

The more definitive trajectory of my life and generations ahead is not only determined by the question, "What if I become continually more and more like Jesus?" The real trajectory and tragedy of my life and generations ahead is answered by asking, "What do I become and what will others suffer and perish from if I do not continually become more and more like Jesus?"

Sharing true love and connectivity to others in my life means that I must continually be asking myself, "Is Jesus fully accessible in my life in this moment?"

boxing in a ring is not a big deal. At least you don't have to fight guys much larger than you.

They have destroyed my life, ... My hand swelled up. My hands were as big as boxing gloves. My fingers were fat, my fingernails, as you can see, are deformed -- and this is after 34 years.

What if today were going to be your last day? ...your last day to say all you wanted to say... your last day to make breakfast for someone you love... to share an act of kindness... your last day to bring a certain hope otherwise left unknown. Today is your last day... your last day to ever leave these things in the hands of uncertainty.