I don’t know how to be happy anymore. I think I forgot ages ago. The only way I can hide how sad I am is when I’m joking. And people, they’ll never know, and if they did, I doubt they’ll ever do anything. All I want, is for someone to be honest with me. I don’t want all these fake assurances that never last longer than the time it takes to say them. Someone’s kind eyes and warm words can soften my heart that I fear has hardened over the course of these years, this lifetime, and may never return to it’s former state.
“Pride precedes destruction; an arrogant spirit gives way to a nasty fall.”
I find that God has a wonderfully comical sense of humor. Seriously! The longer I walk and do life with him, the more I get to see it displayed in the most hilarious of ways. One of my favorite ways to see him manifest his humor is when he is trying to remind me of truth that I may have forgotten, or when I just need a refresher course on certain days.
Few things strike a bigger blow to the idea that women should be preachers than a woman who has been exposed as a false preacher. When a man is exposed as a false preacher, he’s just a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Jesus and Paul both told us that they would arise from among us and wreak havoc. He is considered as an individual who is not fit for the position, his gender is not counted against him and he is not counted against his gender.
Wouldn’t it be great if one good choice ensured the rest of your choices would be just as good? Maybe if the reason we chose correctly was right, the rest of our choices would just as right? Then again, maybe not. Here, again, we find choices leading to a sad ending.