Craig D. Lounsbrough

Christmas is a clandestinely ingenious script that outlines a plan to reclaim mankind through a strategy unimagined and unimaginable. This strategy involved God writing His own death into the script.

Christmas is not something that sprang from the musings of some person who creatively devised caricatures of elves, spiraling candy canes, visions of a magical city whose foundation was nestled in the far reaches of the North Pole, or embellishments of a kindly bishop spun by myth into a bearded old man in a red suit.

Christmas was an ingenious plan designed by God to lay siege to the hearts of all men by submitting Himself to the greed of all men.

Christmas is everything that God would do, and nothing that we would imagine Him doing.

We cannot humanize the fact that the story was penned to have the eternal God, Who Himself knows no beginning nor is in need of one, choose to experience a beginning. That is genius in and of itself.

Christmas is God saving mankind from the folly of mankind__ grandiose sense of greatness.

The __eep pause_ needed to cultivate wonder is far too often back-filled with an incessant busyness, as busyness errantly presumes a __eep pause_ to be deeply wasteful.

My wisdom absent of God__ wisdom is nothing more than a best-guess.

It__ about recognizing that the great movements and moments in history laid on the backs of ordinary people who simply chose to do extraordinary things.

Consequences need not be the obstacles that I dread, but the direction that I need.

Although we may face untold numbers that by their sheer mass appear to render us as little more than a speck in the face of them, a single person standing with God amidst any mass will always be an indomitable majority.

Being our best is asking how can we take ourselves to the precipice of our own limits in any and every situation?

I have both the violent turbulence of the storm and the quiet promises of God in the storm. And what I must work to remember is that something is not necessarily stronger simply because it__ louder.

When we actually refer to God__ blueprint, we gladly work in fascinated conjunction with it, suddenly realizing that any other action outside of that blueprint is foolhardiness and lunacy of the worst sort.

I would be quite wise to realize that I will never craft a solution that will be the __nd-all,_ and that God__ ability to craft perfect solutions never ends __t-all.

Uncommon solutions can always overcome problems of the most common or uncommon kind if I am sufficiently committed to overcoming them.

Can anything be called an achievement if it does not simultaneously enhance the life of someone other than the one who has done the achieving?

I suppose that one of my greatest problem lays in the fact that I have assumed a blessing to be something that is mine for the taking, verses being something that by sheer exposure to it takes me.