If what you create seems to turn out much stranger than who you are as a person, it's probably because your heart is talking.

I need not adapt in certain ways. I am in fact but a visitor to this world, an ephemeral gasp within its long, tired history, and, before anything else, a follower of Christ. By this alone I have the power not to shuffle away from the Faith, the power to break loose from these marching-shackles of ongoing cultural and political pretense.

All to often, on the long road up, young leaders become servants of what is rather than shapers of what might be.

Most people want so desperately to be an individual yet are so easily shaped by the media.

I would rather be an artist than a leader. Ironically, a leader has to follow the rules.

Once, I ordered two thousand lady bugs from the local garden center and set them loose in the atrium. I sprinkled marigold seeds in the ficus planters and put gold fish in the lobby fountain. These are things I did with no consequences, no repercussions. My nineteen detentions were for smart answers and missed homework. There is no equivalent punishment for making the world a stranger place.