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XXXI.
I confess so I can heal.
If I deny, I remain sick.
Three unwise men.
I met them many years ago.
They came my way one at a time, but quickly clumped together because each one was well aware of the exploits of the others, and had gone on many missions together chasing stars.
They had mental problems. This was not my opinion–they had the certificates and hospitalizations to back it up.
Yet I found a place in my heart for each one, and likewise, they were grateful for acceptance, and nestled up close to me.
We worked on Basic Humanity 101: courtesy, respect for women, getting a job, paying your bills, eating well and not putting substances in your body making you Jekyll instead of Hyde.
There was some progress.
Matter of fact, for a few months I felt as if a transforming miracle had swept over the lives of this trio, causing them to sing a new song.
But then it stopped.
I don’t know what it was. The creeping insanity that lingered dragged each one of them down into the pit of despair. Maybe they stopped taking medication. Maybe they saw flaws in me that gave them license to challenge my credibility. I don’t know for sure. But somewhere along the way it became necessary for me to try to salvage their families, their concerns and especially their children.
Yes, eventually these three unwise fellows became my enemies. They didn’t like me anymore. They accused me of being crazy.
My heart was broken because my dream of repairing the breach in their souls was devastated by crumbling results.
I failed. At least, that’s the way I felt.
I took them to the water but they weren’t thirsty enough to drink. So then my mission was to save the children and the wives.
I guess I’m happy to report that the offspring of these three disturbed individuals are no longer under the pressure of being subjected to insanity.
It is a victory.
But I loved these three gentlemen. I still do.
And every day I work a little harder to become understanding, gracious and clear-headed enough to be of value.
But please, don’t tell me that you’re unaware when craziness sets into your friends. Don’t go on television and claim that you were “completely surprised” by the fact that your kin became unkind.
I not only saw that these three guys I worked with had turned a corner, but I was fully aware that they had rejected reasoning in favor of calamity. I had plenty of time to free their kids from danger.
I feel humbled by my lack, encouraged by what I learned, but fully cognizant of the fact that salvation is God’s business … and He is the only one who has the power to truly transform lives.
(Perhaps there is a fourth…)
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