I talked with an honest man Tuesday. I know you have trouble believing this, but there are a few around.
The honest man I talked with is much younger than me, perhaps early fifties and at one time had been regionally famous in the world of athletics. He won a scholarship to a big time college to play football and later local honors as a coach in another very physical sport. Three strokes plus old injuries have him wheelchair bound and his mind struggles in conversation, yet a true authenticity bleeds through. Most of us former athletes get better in our memories as the years go by, but not our honest man. He said, "Larry, I made the starting team as a freshman, but I knew in my heart that I did not belong and that I had developed into my best and it was not good enough to hold that position. That's why I took the path into wrestling." He was/is a small man as big time football goes, very fast but every time he took a hard hit he was seriously injured.
My friend Melvin Branham came to mind who said, "During our lifetime we receive some strange hands, but God always deals a hand from which we can learn." Another honest man said it this way, Job 1:21 "the LORD gave, and the LORD hath taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD." Honest people understand this.