...that's what I call the demons too short to handle a pitchfork, so they're issued salad forks instead.
I imagine that they sit on your shoulder and whisper in your ear.
What I'm hearing lately:
"This would have never happened if you were a decent doctor." "You've got a duty to do more - you're so blessed; volunteer more! What are you doing resting?" "You're ignoring your family - volunteer less. What are you, heartless?" "You better not waste a single day, since your wife is gonna die soon." "Why are you acting so strange? Have you given up on your wife? Isn't she going to pull through this? Where is your faith?"
In other words, everything I do is wrong, and I'm a piece of crap.
Well, don't worry about me - I'm fine. I recognize these lies for what they are - taking my eyes off Christ. As long as I walk in praise, I'll do all I can (including appropriate Sabbaths), and God will handle the rest.
But I wish those little salad fork guys would get out of town for a while. They're annoying.
--Ken
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