Understand this: we are both tiny and massive. We are nothing more than molded clay given breath, but we are nothing less… — N.D. Wilson Copy Share Image
Imagine a poem written with such enormous three-dimensional words that we had to invent a smaller word to reference each of the… — N.D. Wilson Copy Share Image
“But if that was going to happen, it was going to happen whether or not he worried about it.” — N.D. Wilson Copy Share Image
“We haven't stopped running, but we are getting slower. We have little people running with us now. We have passed others. Our own people… — N.D. Wilson Copy Share Image
After a few mouthfuls of moon-flavored air, even the stubbornly drowsy can find themselves wide-eyed.. All the normal noises of life were gone, leaving… — N.D. Wilson Copy Share Image
Going where no man has gone before is more difficult than it sounds. Our cousins and ancestors were no less curious than we are,… — N.D. Wilson Copy Share Image
Plato, the first true pope of philosophy (sorry, Socrates), argued for a World of Forms above the reality-a transcendent plane of perfect essences, pure… — N.D. Wilson Copy Share Image
“He was a man with eyebrows, or maybe they were eyebrows with a man. Ownership would have been hard to establish, and Cyrus couldn’t… — N.D. Wilson Copy Share Image
After three years down here, I've not learned too much. But one thing I do know is that our bellies aren't big enough for… — N.D. Wilson Copy Share Image
Drink your wine. Laugh from your gut. Burden your moments with thankfulness. Be as empty as you can be when that clock winds down.… — N.D. Wilson Copy Share Image
If God gives you (or makes you) a joke, what are you meant to do in response? (Receive it. Laugh.) If God gives you… — N.D. Wilson Copy Share Image
“Infinite goes all the way up and all the way down; and at every level, with equal attention, He creates with the full dose… — N.D. Wilson Copy Share Image
God is a God of galaxies, of storms, of roaring seas and boiling thunder, but He is also the God of bread baking, of… — N.D. Wilson Copy Share Image
The moon was up, painting the world silver, making things look just a little more alive. — N.D. Wilson Copy Share Image
