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“The only difference between me and the homeless is that I have a door with which to hide my brokenness behind.”
― An Anthology of Madness
― An Anthology of Madness
“Yet people are still showing up to lift their hands after all these years even though the church is flawed and broken and beautiful and has a shameful, ugly side to it that I'll bet it wishes it didn't have and repeatedly tries to hide.
Just like me.
Just like you.
Just like always.”
― An Anthology of Madness
Just like me.
Just like you.
Just like always.”
― An Anthology of Madness
“So why then are all your faces so sad? Don’t you know you’re beautiful? Where are you going when you leave here? To see your children? Are you headed into the arms of an abusive lover, or is the graveyard shift only the beginning of your day?”
― An Anthology of Madness
― An Anthology of Madness
“A homeless guy asked if I had any money the other day. I told him I didn’t, I never carry cash, but I would buy him lunch. I assumed, because it’s lunchtime, you’ve got to be hungry. Homeless people get up early, you know… They don’t have blinds…” he paused, waited for us to laugh. We didn’t. He continued, “And he hesitated to answer like he had better things to spend my money on. This guy was high. He agreed to lunch, and he knew exactly what he wanted. He got the food. I said, ‘God Bless you, man, let me know if you need anything else.’ And it’s noon. I’ve been yelled at for four hours now by some asshole on the thirtieth floor. And this guy here, this homeless guy, this adult male, is high. He is doing the Harlem Shake, laughing and smiling, getting his lunch paid for. And right then, I hate this guy. He’s high as hell on a Monday afternoon living well, and I hate him. And then he sends back his burrito because it wasn’t made exactly how he wanted it.”
― An Anthology of Madness
― An Anthology of Madness
“It’s so easy to forget we are loved when we experience disappointment. Is there anyone left to remind us someone cares? Does anyone still love us? Maybe it’s our job to remind people of that.”
― An Anthology of Madness
― An Anthology of Madness
“We are anxious human beings, desperately seeking approval because we've invested our hope for happiness in things which will inevitable let us down. Your family. Your job. Sex. Pornography. School. It's time for you to realize disappointment is God's way of reminding you -- his creation -- that you've invested your life into something other than him. Things that will never live up to their expectations. He created you. He wants you all to himself.”
― An Anthology of Madness
― An Anthology of Madness
“I wanted to interrupt the world of each stranger passing between us, shake them and tell them to wake up, to consider being disappointed a gift. We are anxious human beings, desperately seeking approval because we’ve invested our hope for happiness in things which will inevitably let us down. Your family. Your job. Sex. Pornography. School. It’s time for you to realize disappointment is God’s way of reminding you – his creation – that you’ve invested your life into something other than him. Things that will never live up to their expectations.”
― An Anthology of Madness
― An Anthology of Madness
“Has no one told you you’re appreciated today? Has no one said hello, called to check in? Has no one offered to share their umbrella, or give up their seat on the bus?”
― An Anthology of Madness
― An Anthology of Madness
“. We must reach the cities before we reach the nations. We must reach the individual before we can reach the family. We must reach the family before we can change the neighborhood. And we must reach the neighborhood before we can get to the city.”
― An Anthology of Madness
― An Anthology of Madness
“You’re wrong. You did say something. You asked how my day was…Thank you. For that.” He glanced down, perhaps at his feet, most likely at nothing. Back at me he smiled,”
― An Anthology of Madness
― An Anthology of Madness






