At a Star Trek convention, one angry fanboy challenged the writers that the transporter (teleporter) was impossible since it turned people into their subatomic particles and transported them. He said that by Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle this was impossible. The writers responded by saying there are Heisenberg Compensators installed. The fanboy, obviously angry, asked, “How does that work?” They replied, “Very well, thank you.”
You glance at the data in your hand. Of course it’s on this disease, it seems like everything these days is. Medical school is pointless when you could’ve just learned about this one. But no one saw this coming. There was no way to prepare in advance.
If you want to be an interesting person, read books. I want to be a very interesting person. Which means I read a lot.
It’s a Saturday morning, and your five-year old daughter wanders into the kitchen. From the look on her face and her unkempt hair, she clearly just woke up.
“I’m hungry,” she announces to the world. A statement that’s also a request. She doesn’t need to ask for food, she knows you’ll provide. It’s morning and she likes cereal, so you pour her a bowl, add the milk, stick the bowl in front of her, and put give her a spoon.
“Okay, and why would God allow that?” Sometimes questions don’t want to know the answer, people think that by asking those questions they’ve proved you wrong, and then they get mad when you answer. This one wasn’t like that. His question was genuine, he actually wanted to know the answer.
Everything is terrible and you suck as a missionary went my internal voice. Satan be hatin’ hardcore, but when you’re in the midst of discouragement it’s easy to believe the lies.
“How do you deal with all the rejection?” asked a student about my work as a missionary. He accurately picked up that it’s a major part of missionary life (or pretty much any ministry or evangelization). So to anyone in some sort of ministry, here are four ways to deal with incessant and nonstop rejection and other suffering that’s part of our line of work.
I was in the midst of a debate-like conversation and felt like things were going nowhere. No matter what I said, he had a counter to it, and I felt like I just had to keep showing more and more things. Suddenly I realized what was happening: he was assuming his side was the default and so all the burden was on me. Once I spotted it, I called him out and suddenly things went way better.
“It’s just a cough,” he says. “Don’t worry about that. I’m hungry, that’s what matters. Give me something to eat.”
You stare at the man, raggedy, unkempt, clearly in need. He came asking for food, and you have plenty of it you can give. But in the few short minutes you’ve seen him, something else is clearly wrong. He’s sick. Bad.