Taking Jericho, my next book, is not about playing the odds, it’s about beating them by not living according to what’s possible but instead ordering our lives along the lines of impossibilities; not being limited by what is the commonly accepted definition of possible. A life like that is entirely possible.
To be enslaved by or at the very least limited by what’s possible in life is much too narrow of existence for me, much like how I once heard a rut described.
“The only difference between a rut and a grave are the dimensions.”
Many of the things, goals and/or accomplishments I want seem so unlikely, but that doesn’t mean I don’t believe they could happen. Some call that arrogance or a fanciful form of extreme optimism. I am often guilty of the former but seldom the latter. Still, I realize my faith can at times be arrogant.
“With men this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.”
Jesus of Nazareth
The words of Jesus inform the basis for my belief in the impossible coming to pass.
On that note, the grave is not the end. We all live forever. Living forever is something many people have searched for, and there it sits, right under their noses, either stinking up the environment or adding the sweet perfume of eternity.
As I sniff the crisp air of eternity, I sense the possible dressed up as the impossible.
IMPOSSIBLE is the impostor.
What’s possible for you?
I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Marvelous are Your works,
And that my soul knows very well. Psalms 139:14