Often we don’t see the majesty of God’s design because we’re caught up in the mediocrity of our own designs.

Faith revels in the liberating fact that only a terribly miniscule part of life lies within the constricted confines of my reach, and that I am graciously invited out to live in a place beyond my grasp.

When my vision is numbed by apathy and narrowed by mediocrity, I can stand in the presence of great things and fail to see even the smallest of things.

If I had any hand in it at all there’s a chance that it might be beautiful, but it simply cannot not be majestic.

The best way to see majesty is to strip away everything that pretends to be majestic so that which is fake wholly collapses in the face of that which is majestic. And God in a manger is likely the most remarkable example we have of such a monumental truth.

Of course love is blind; it keeps me blind to myself.