“One day” it seemed my whole world was resentment, bitterness and contempt. That is to be in exile. That is the moment when suddenly you wake up to the fact that you are on a raging sea and the the captain of your ship says that it’s going down. You have been sailing away as quickly and as far as possible from your assigned task, anywhere but your destiny, and all of “what you should have been.” The lots are cast; and it turns out: fate is against you.
Whose fault is it, this storm, this foundering ship? It is the one who stopped listening—stopped paying attention to the wind. The one who knew what he was supposed to do and didn’t. That person has to go. It’s the only way. That person must be tossed overboard. And God provides a fish. A big fish. And down to the bottom you go. Don’t be angry. It’s not right to be angry. It’s just how it is. The one who needs redemption is also the one with the task to redeem. The one who needs healing is also the one with the task to heal. The one who is hungry is tasked to feed. The one who is dying is tasked to save.
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