Imagine for a minute that you lived in a world where you were the only one who ever told the truth. A world of random mirrors where you never knew whether someone else’s “yes” meant “yes” or “no.” How would you get a loan at the bank? How would you get directions to the nearest gas station? How would you fall in love or have meaningful family relationships? How could you ever function, much less be happy?
Imagine getting up every day and telling yourself and everybody around you how badly your life is going. Have a cough? It’s probably pneumonia. Surprise bill in the mail? You’re going broke. Get a compliment on your appearance? You mumble something about needing new clothes or not feeling well lately. Receive a major blessing? It’s just a matter of time until the other shoe drops.
By now I’m sure you have an image of somebody in mind (certainly not you, of course). I’m thinking of a girl I once knew named Kim. She was a twin; her sister Kay was pretty much an optimist. Kim? Winnie the Pooh’s friend Eeyore had nothing on her. The only seventh grade girl I’ve ever met who was completely dreary.
I made an amazing discovery the other day. Kim (and whoever you’re thinking about) has a soul mate in the Bible. [click to continue…]
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