Without a doubt, the most ingenious plan I could ever hope to devise would be to trade my plans for God’s.

I often think myself to be so ingenious that I don’t even realize that my own plans may actually be my own undoing. Therefore, I might be wise to realize that God’s plans undo what I’ve done that’s undoing me.

Easter is a marvelous affirmation of the genius of our design, but it is likewise the blunt acknowledgement that left to its own devices, the genius of our design will result in the destruction of our lives.

I pray for sufficient wisdom to understand that wisdom apart from God is the stuff of opinion tainted by the rot of bias. And if I am somehow apt to confuse such rubbish with wisdom, I will think myself wise but find myself living in a landfill.

God invites. We decline. And because of that single foolhardy decision we spend the rest of our lives ‘declining’.

Intelligence and wisdom are certainly compatible, however they are rarely seen in each other’s company.