We who preach and write, do so in a manner different from which the Scriptures have been written. We write while we make progress. We learn something new every day. We speak as we still knock for understanding...If anyone criticizes me when I have said what is right, he does me an injustice. But I would be more angry with the one who praises me and takes what I have written for Gospel truth than I would be with the one who criticizes me unfairly. -Augustine

Friends of the Family, Part 2

Yesterday I told you about our family friends, Grace, Mercy, and Compassion. We loved having these ladies over each night and morning. Their influence was transforming our home. But then, just as things started to change for the better, the doorbell rang. Each of the women looked at each other with concern. Lo and behold it was their younger brother, TRUTH.

Truth seemed to think that it was his right to speak his mind…about everything! I wasn’t enjoying his company like his sisters. Grace and Mercy were very quiet while Truth spoke his mind. There were several times when I wanted to boot him out of my home. I wasn’t enjoying his brutal insights about my failures. Then one time when I was about to tell him off I realized that he was absolutely right…about everything. Then I realized something that had gone unnoticed. Each time I was about to boot him out of the house, Mercy would say something to me that encouraged me to swallow my pride. Mercy later shared with me that her brother means well but sometimes he can be a little bit black and white. That’s why she makes sure that wherever he goes she stays close behind (see Psalm 85:10).

Just when I was getting to enjoy the insights that brother Truth had for me and my family, the doorbell rang again. Truth looked at his watch and said that he would return but needed to go. With an exchange of pleasantries, Truth tipped his hat to another close relative, his aunt Hope. What a delight to have her. I felt this strange sensation; all the shame that Truth had dug up in my life was disappearing. And each time that Truth came over and seemed to shake me upside down and inside out, Hope would be at the door knocking. She was there to put me back together.

In our next moment, we will meet one more dear friend!

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