what I wanted or expected to feel. I respect my friend, but that night I felt a growing desire to speak to him realistically, even harshly. Didn’t he realize his wife might die? Why would I feel contempt toward a good friend as he offered me a taste of God’s goodness in his life? Looking back, I believe it is because I envied his faith. I don’t want to go through what he has suffered. Yet he has glimpsed the face of God and has seen His mercy in the midst of sorrow. His life moved toward me with
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