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10 Things I Just Don’t Understand
Years ago I worked for a man who modeled an excellent response to frustration. He would return from a meeting or a business errand, go to his office, sit motionless for a few minutes (eyes closed, most likely praying). Then he would stand up and say, “there are some things I just don’t understand,” laugh a little, then go about his day. Here are 10 things “I just don’t understand.”
- How forgiveness can be restorationless.
- How restoration can be directionless.
- How help is available to those who can afford it.
- How “we all love ourselves more than other people, but care more about their opinion than our own.” (Marcus Aurelius)
- How there are some who think that if they can’t win, it’s ok to change the rules.
- If “that made me mad” or “that made me happy,” then “that” can make anyone do anything.
- How “all roads lead to God,” yet each road has disagreeable distinctives concerning God.
- How people can blatantly do evil while simultaneously deny responsibility for their actions.
- How is it ok to work harder, not smarter?
- That evil will increase in days to come.
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