You know, when it comes to having faith, I wish I could say that I'm on fire for God,

like majority of the time.

That my belief is unwavering, that I wake up every single morning filled with certainty.

That I hear and feel God in every step of my day.

Ooh, sounds nice.

But the truth is, more often than not, I'd be wrestling with bro.

I'm in the ring. I'm in the burning bush.

I'm caught in a headlock trying to squeeze out another question.

Trying to get another jab in. Wrestling for, you know, a little bit

of clarity, some kind of accountability from the guy upstairs, though deep down I know that he is within.

You know, I wrestle with the imbalances of this world, the extremes, you know, on one end, people walking

around with more wealth than they could ever spend, like, how are there people on this planet

with like $200, $300 billion? That is wild. Their brain can't even fathom it. Then on the other

hand, people sleeping outside in the cold,

hungry, forgotten. You know, sometimes I complain that my home is cold in the wintertime,

that I pay so much for rent, yet the walls are so thin. Then I remember, man, there's people

outside with no walls at all. How's this real? And I already know

the answer that most would give. That's not God's fault, man. That's human beings fault. Humanity is

flawed. We broke the covenant in the garden and we've been stumbling ever since. And listen,

maybe there's a little bit of truth to that.

But still, I still question, if we were made in God's image,

why are we so bad at managing what we have been given?

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