We want greatness, but we prefer it tamed and on a leash short enough for us to control it, yet long enough to allow it to retain some remote yet diminished flavor of greatness.

Far too often, it is at the moment where we finally stand on the very precipice of some great thing that we turn and abandon it, for it is at these seminal moments that fear wins and greatness dies. The beauty of Christmas is that God steps over precipices.

To seek the praise of men as our motivation is to abandon truly great things, for more often than not truly great things elicit the ire of men far more than they garner their praises.

Things that are truly great need nothing from me, and to somehow think that they do speaks to my utter lack of greatness.

It’s not about inviting great things into our lives. Rather, it’s about accepting the invitation of great things to step out of our lives.

Greatness untethered from God results in calamity unrestrained by men.