Craig D. Lounsbrough Quotes

Christmas is God being relentless to the point that He would die in that relentlessness.

It was the greatest, most intricate, most ingenious and most costly rescue mission in all of human history.

Christmas seems to say that paradise lost and longed for does not have to be paradise given up on.

In the midst of our worried searching we recklessly abandon the treasures that life has bestowed upon us in the mad hunt for that which we wish to bestow upon ourselves.

Every life is a canvas and every interaction is a brush, therefore we’d be wise to consider how we handle the paint.

Betrayal dressed in love and trimmed with the facade of good intentions is the most barbaric of all betrayals.

There are consequences to ignoring consequences that are a consequence of my blatant unwillingness to learn from my consequences.

Commitment is a promise to a cause. Being non-committal is a promise to catastrophe.

I craft most of my own tragedies without ever having even the remotest understanding that it is I myself who have done the crafting.

I constantly pack my pockets full of worthless trinkets, and in such misguided gorging I leave my heart empty and my soul emaciated because I have forgotten everything but trinkets.

A cause that only serves me is much like a door on the edge of a cliff, it doesn’t open to anywhere good.

In choosing to exchange precious principles for worthless impulses, I have far too often bankrupted my soul in order to bankroll my ego.

I too often allow people to become a sterile commodity to be bartered in the service of my greed, and in doing something so absurdly reckless I foolishly barter away everything that meets my need.

Maybe we need to reflect on the fact that the patience of God always outruns the impatience of our greed, and that His love always outweighs the greed that outweighs our love for Him.

To destroy that which seeks to destroy me, God invites me to stand against it until it stands down and then falls down.

To ‘stop and smell the roses’ we must first believe that there’s a rose garden out there somewhere. And in this jaded world of ours, the refusal to believe in gardens leaves most of us ref of roses.

Although it would lead me to believe otherwise, fear has little interest in intimidating me. Rather, it much prefers to enslave me.

Expectations are the shackles that will not permit something to be what it actually is.

Maybe we should remember that logic constructs a box that is far too small for wonder to take up residence in. Therefore, the crucial question is, ‘Will we choose to live there if wonder cannot?

I am only one, but that is infinitely better than being none.

Human beings manifesting the fullness of who they were created to be would be inviting and correspondingly transformational in a manner almost mysterious.

The priceless lesson in the New Year is that endings birth beginnings and beginnings birth endings. And in this elegantly choreographed dance of life, neither ever find an end in the other.

Why is it that crisis pushes me to my own devices when those devices are frequently the very things that produced my crisis in the first place?

Sometimes things that appear completely irreconcilable and mutually exclusive serve a shared purpose that could not be achieved except through their contradiction.

Eternity is the end of the end.

Be confidently assured that any ‘gods’ that we build will always have veracious appetites, and sooner or later they will gorge themselves on that which built them.

Humanized gods are too small to captivate my imagination, or be worthy of my fullest allegiance.

May we know fear, but may we always refuse to court cowardice.

To be bold is to be wise enough to realize that fear is the energy that fuels action.

We can only be our best by giving, and so we always need to be in the process of giving or preparing to give.

Risk is uncertainty injected into our most vulnerable places. And because that’s the case, we may choose not to risk.

Risk is the stuff that sucks the predictability right out of the very things that we desperately wish were predictable.

If it’s the benefit to myself that drives my decisions, I can know that I’m driving down a long road with a short bridge.

Too often we want to take stands to elevate us rather than elevate a cause.

Sometimes chaos is the very thing that deliberately shakes up our neatly ordered world’s in order to get us out of the neatly ordered ruts that have kept us stuck.

Somewhere, somehow, something arises out of the ashes of our losses to remind us that nothing ever ceases. Nothing ever vanishes. Nothing ever comes to nothing.

Judging others shackles them to the cold iron of our limited notions.

What I would be quite wise to remember is that ‘pieces’ are not the end of what was, but the beginning of what is to be.

The problem with wearing a facade is that sooner or later life shows up with a big pair of scissors.

If I look closely, my failures are less about my inadequacies and more about the fact that I channel my abilities into the wrong places.

One sure way I can avoid facing myself is by refusing to look into the face of God.

Avoidance is paying forward that which I would be much wiser to pay off.

The problem is not that we don’t recognize the truth when we hear it. The problem is that we don’t want to recognize what the truth might mean for us if we hear it.

I decry the injustice of my wounds, only to look down and see that I am holding a smoking gun in one hand and a fistful of ammunition in the other.

Although I am far too frequently convinced otherwise, with God a dead-end is only the death of an end.