Could it be that we lost something because had we not lost it, we would have lost ourselves?

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

If I’m perplexed by the fact that I’m constantly lost, maybe somewhere in my head I’ve determined that being lost serves a greater purpose than being found.

We look around us and we find ourselves confused as to why the world has fallen into such deep darkness. And standing in this descending darkness, what we need to realize is that the farther we move from God, the darker everything gets. And no light of man can illuminate that kind of darkness.

Due north’ on my compass is largely ‘due’ to the fact that in ‘due’ time I have been ‘unduly’ lax in recalibrating my compass. And I’m apparently ignorant enough to wonder why I’m lost.

It is the fool who declares ‘I am ascending the summit,’ while he’s toddling around in the ditch.

Being lost without grasping the rather obvious fact that we are lost is by far the best guarantee we have that we’re going to stay lost.

The paralyzing fear of being lost is fed solely by the irrational fear that we will never be found.