Home is ultimately not about a place to live but about the people with whom you are most fully alive. Home is about love, relationship, community, and belonging, and we are all searching for home.
Erwin McmanusRead
I think a lot of us are not on a path; we're in a rut. We have confused comfort with peace, belief with faith, safety with wisdom, wealth with blessing, and existence with life.
Interpretation
The quote suggests that many individuals mistake temporary comfort for deeper fulfillment and true living.
Erwin McManus highlights the dangers of complacency and the confusion between superficial states and profound truths. He emphasizes that many people settle into a routine that lacks genuine purpose, mistaking material comfort, blind belief, and superficial safety for the richer experiences of peace, faith, wisdom, blessings, and true existence. This reflection invites readers to examine their own lives and seek authenticity beyond mere survival.
In practice
In a motivational speech about pursuing true happiness.
Home is ultimately not about a place to live but about the people with whom you are most fully alive. Home is about love, relationship, community, and belonging, and we are all searching for home.
There are few things more powerful than a life lived with passionate clarity.
The future awaits those with the courage to create it.
Deeper than our instinct to live is our longing to be alive.
Far too often, when we think we are frightened by mystery, the fact is that we are haunted by history.
You are both a work of art and an artist at work.
The apparent multiplication of gods is bewildering at the first glance, but you soon discover that they are the same GOD. There is always one uttermost God who defies personification. This makes Hinduism the most tolerant religion in the world, because its one transcendent God includes all possible gods. In fact Hinduism is so elastic and so subtle that the most profound Methodist, and crudest idolater, are equally at home with it.
EXISTENCE, n. A transient, horrible, fantastic dream,/ Wherein is nothing yet all things do seem:/ From which we're wakened by a friendly nudge/ Of our bedfellow Death, and cry: "O fudge!"
Gentlemen, I am tormented by questions; answer them for me.
I don't think that the total creation took place in six days as we now measure time. If we can confirm, say, the Big Bang theory, that doesn't at all cause me to question my faith that God created the Big Bang.
We are so afraid of the idea of having to die... that we always try to find excuses for the dead, as if we were asking beforehand to be excused when it is our turn.
When all is said and done, and statesmen discuss the future of the world, the fact remains that people fight these wars.
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