I cried to the Lord. "I tried. I tried my best but I couldn't move that rock. It was too heavy for me."
The Lord answered. "Well done my child. I told you to push the rock. I didn't tell you to move it. You did what I wanted. Good job!"
I cried to the Lord. "I tried. I tried my best but I couldn't move that rock. It was too heavy for me."
The Lord answered. "Well done my child. I told you to push the rock. I didn't tell you to move it. You did what I wanted. Good job!"
How does one mature in an immature environment? My "cloistered brothers" were telling me that they feel sorry and don't know...
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