Craig D. Lounsbrough

To lust for something is desire turned selfish and gone mad. To embrace God__ passion is desire turned selfless and gone mindful.

Mediocrity is __urpose_ left to rot in minds ensnared in the deluded rationalization that vision is nothing more than a collection of fanciful dreams constructed by an imaginary God.

If left to my own simplistic devices and the sorely scant limits of my abilities, would I not die a death of the blandest sort imaginable? And should I not thank God that He graciously gifted me with an imagination that renders such a death entirely unimaginable?

God beckons me to exhilarating adventures that are without number, beyond all conceivable boundaries, and effortlessly eclipse the furthest reaches of my imagination, all while I sit languishing in stifling adventures of my own limited creation.

Maybe we don__ ever feel that sweetly untainted and wholly majestic kind of love that takes every longing captive because we are hopelessly entangled in the illogical fear that despite all of love__ grand goodness, it might not be good enough to keep us safe.

The eyes of love have 20/20 vision when focused on another, and become entirely blind when focused on ourselves.

Once I have impounded love and towed it into the confine of words, I have lost it altogether.

God__ decision to reach out in such dramatic fashion as to lay all rightful privilege aside and be born into abject destitution tells us that His passion for us exceeds our desire for Him. And maybe we should commit to evening that up a bit.

I have diligently disciplined my life to search out life__ gifts in the places where life stores its scraps.

The roads of life are paved wide and skirt the mountains. And these very roads are choked with a steady stream of pathetically pedantic travelers who in reality have no intent of traveling. And if we are to discover the real travelers, much less join them, we will find them out on precarious paths that defy the roads and scale the mountains.

In our frenzied attempts to catch up with life, we run right past it. Once we have run past it, what we are in reality attempting to catch is ourselves.

What I do is the truest mirror of who I am.

We focus on the reasons why we __an___ at the expense of the far greater reasons why we __an_.

Sacrifice is a passion that unleashes everything away from us so that it can be drawn into everyone around us.

One of the most terrifying questions of all might be, __ill I unleash myself to live before death unleashes me from the ability to be unleashed?_ And in retrospect, maybe it__ not the question that__ terrifying. Maybe what__ terrifying is the answer.

I__e always marveled that geese can feel a call stirring, rise on hardy wings to engage it, and without contemplation, compass or map complete the feat. And could it be that they achieve this astounding accomplishment because far too often contemplation, compass or map rob the call by sterile analysis when we should liberate the call through expectant obedience.

I want to stand on the truth that God has designed us to stand, and that the opportunity to stand is the opportunity to live exuberantly and gloriously.

Mediocrity is the companion of passivity and will not heed the call of great things. Courage is the companion of sacrifice and cannot help but heed the call of great things. And we are left of our own accord to choose one or the other.