Danger, he runs through the forest, doesn’t look back, hears the explosion, wonders from what direction it came, moves, seeking the security of colleagues, or the enemy when he is prepared, the soldier. The wounds on the arm, blisters, does not call for a lawyer, who do I blame for this, the shrapnel in his thigh, who put it there, he just wants to get well, he is not seeking anyone to blame, he is just doing a job. If he kept looking over his shoulder, he’d fall once in awhile while he ran forward, get killed too, what use is that.
Solomon sighed, there are parables everywhere we look every single day, the baggage we bring with us, so says the soldier, is what will help him to endure. Jesus told it simply, we have to have the heart to love, the brand doesn’t matter, being zealots is no good, if you have no compassion, your salt that is already dead.
A happy home, the issues are on the table, a happy relationship, the ability to discuss the problems too, and everyone handles it differently too.