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A lone figure approaches the barred gate. Raising a fist, he pounds on the imposing wooden structure. He takes a step back anticipating the sound of metal sliding against wood. Only silence greets him.
He steps back further and looks up. The wall is high and thick. The gate is shut tight. It’s his fault. He has to get in.
If he can get inside he’s willing to do whatever it takes to make everything right again.
The gate towers above him. The wall stretches as far as he can see on both sides. How could this have happened so quickly? It was so unintentional.
He pounds again and is again answered with silence from within.
“I’m your friend,” he cries. “Open up. Let’s talk.” He stares at the gate as if he can make it open by sheer will.
“Please let me in. You know me. We’ve been friends for a long time. Please.”
In dismay he paces in front of the gate and finally assaults it with both fists yelling, “I’m sorry I insulted you. I didn’t mean to offend you. Don’t you remember the fellowship we’ve shared? Please open the gate.”
But the gate remains closed. The wall is too high. He cannot get in.
Desperately he tries again and again. He will not give up. He must breach the wall he has erected with his thoughtless words.
Proverbs 18:19
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