I have diligently disciplined my life to search out life’s gifts in the very places where society mistakenly says life stores its scraps. And I am constantly amazed that in the treasure trove that surrounds me, I stand in the company of so few.

— Craig D. Lounsbrough

When he admires the man he calls his father--a man who is slightly above 'the scum of the earth', what does that say about the man who admire him?

— Terry a O'Neal

Where am I?” you ask. Where you are is where the things you’ve denied worshipping have taken you.

— Craig D. Lounsbrough

Misguided good men are more dangerous than honest bad men. It is because they are seen as good that, in and by good conscience, the mob will always, stubbornly back them without question.

— Criss Jami

When it comes to moral dilemmas and matters of discerning right justice, my natural sympathy so often happens to land on the opposite end of that of most of my peers. I sometimes wonder if this is nothing more than the misguidedness and the wickedness of my own heart. I wonder other times if God wires some of us in such a way so that fair discourse might then be provided, so that honest and unbiased, due process is ultimately more likely to be carried out. Perhaps it is all necessary for variance of perception, for mindful debate: that the heart is meant to create a bit of bias on certain issues; as between one another, they weigh and balance. For not all hearts are the same.

— Criss Jami

If I’m chasing the wrong thing, what I’m chasing will end up chasing me. And in the end, I’m less likely to be the one doing the catching.

— Craig D. Lounsbrough

With God, being lost is nothing more than an idea that never has and never will be anything more than an idea.

— Craig D. Lounsbrough

Too often it’s about what stands before us, not what stands within us.

— Craig D. Lounsbrough

Funny how people that don't believe in nothin' are so quick to believe every crazy story about people like us.

— Dean Koontz

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.

— Craig D. Lounsbrough