Craig D. Lounsbrough

True evil is unlikely to receive an invitation from us, so it clothes itself in just enough truth to make itself look appealing and then it looks to unpeel us.

And so to tame Christmas we spin myths to temper the story, we create our own caricatures to speak our own lines into the script, we gift ourselves to enhance an adventure now lagging, and we think we__e on a grand adventure when we__e completely forgotten what an adventure is.

To be blessed and yet permit gluttony to blind me to the blessings is to banish myself to a life of unrelenting poverty even though I might be utterly engulfed in the embrace of a million marvelous blessings.

If I had a single wish, I would wish sixty seconds of total depravity upon myself. For one of the greatest gifts of all is to have __othing_ so that I can finally learn how to appreciate __verything_.

Greed is the fast-track to poverty.

The dark might be dark, but at least we don__ have to look at ourselves when we__e standing in it.

God is able to fix that which is broken so that what stands repaired is immeasurably greater than that which stood before it needed repair. Therefore, the most staggering brokenness conceivable is in reality the greatest opportunity imaginable.

Contradictions are the impossible chasms that create forever separations. God is the forever bridge that creates impossible reunions.

Why is it that we don__ worry about a compass until we__e lost in a wilderness of our own making?

I am so often the architect of my own pain and the engineer of my own failures.

In my impatience I become convinced that this desire of mine should have been fulfilled yesterday, when it belongs to a tomorrow that yesterday would have killed had I had my way.

If those who cause destruction have come to be __ewsworthy_, and those who heal the devastation of that destruction have come to be less than __oteworthy_, has our thirst to be entertained become the truly destructive thing?

Sometimes we are so caught up in the disappointment of plans gone astray that we fail to recognize the potentially new options that might now exist.

Discouragement is the cancer of great things.

Of course I don__ want to get knocked down. But the single and sole solution to that fear is to not go anywhere where I can be knocked down. And is that not already being knocked down?

The real promise in too many promises is a promise that I__ going to be disappointed.

The reason placing blame repeatedly fails to work is that I repeatedly place it on everyone else instead of where it actually belongs.

Most of my failures can be ascribed to the fact that I chose that which was __asy_ over that which was __ight_. And while it__ __ight_ to admit this to myself, it isn__ __asy._ So, which choice am I going to make this time?