Unbidden. In a stentorian or orator's voice and cadence: "Rejoice in the Lord always. And again, I will say, Rejoice! Let your gentleness be known to everyone."
"Pray, sir, tell me what I have been tasked to do, and why fetter me with "rejoice"?
Your last inhale and exhale. The last breath you took before that one. Your mind. And as the church deacons testified, "Waking up clothed and in your right mind, with a reasonable portion of health and strength."
I don't feel like it. And before you ask, I'll tell you. Life's not fair! It's rigged. I feel like "Mother to Son," without hope:
"Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair,
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpets on the floor---
Bare."
And you tell me to rejoice? I don't know what you've been smoking but I bet it has no brand name!
Be still. Peace, be still. I'll ask you like James Cleveland sang, "Where is your faith in God?"
Gone with the wind!
Come on, now. Just listen: "Faith is the substance of things hoped for. The evidence of things not seen. Faith will keep when your way seems dark. Faith, faith, where is your faith in God? Faith can move mountains. Faith can open the fountain. Oh, faith can help you succeed; oh, faith can supply your every need. Where is your faith in God?"
If you're such a know-it-all, maybe you can tell me what happened to my faith?
You probably know where it went. I guarantee you; faith's still somewhere within you. "For by the grace given me I say to everyone among you not to think of himself more highly than he ought to think, but to think with sober judgment, each according to the measure of faith that God has assigned" Read it for yourself. It's in Romans 12:3,.
Oh.
Tell me some more about the "losing hand" life's dealt you.
Let me think about it; we'll talk more soon.
I look forward to hearing from you. Soon.
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