Taking The Hints

Some people just don’t get the hint.

The way the hints are dropped are sometimes subtle. Yet when it’s not received the first few times, it is made a lot more clearer. Clearer to the point that you have to actively work hard to go against what is obviously being said.

There was this guy called Simon who had heard that maybe the time had come for some expected hero to pop on the scene. When they came across the apparent hero, he didn’t look up to much, but there was more to him than his looks. Knocking around with him opened his eyes to so much, but every so often, this guy would talk to him about him. As though this dude knew Simon more than he did. It was really weird.

One time with a couple of friends, he saw something amazing about this guy, only for the guy to say that Simon could do it too. He gave it a go. It worked out well at first, but then he got that sinking feeling.

Later when they were having a chat about reputations, Simon gave his own view as to who the hero was which got a remarkable response which told something remarkable about his role in something greater than he had thought before. Only later to receive a rebuke from this hero for suggesting that Simon wouldn’t allow anything bad to happen to him.

Time and again this guy would let Simon know who he was and what he would be getting on with. Only for Simon to behave in a way that seemed to contradict it.

Simon didn’t get the hint and even thought he could walk away from it all. It was at that stage that he was ushered into taking on what he had always been called to do despite his inadequacies. Even getting into it he messed up from time to time and still didn’t always take the hint, but by the time his season was drawing to a close he was able to encourage others to acknowledge the hints calling them to something greater than they imagined.

Maybe there have been hints dropped along the way for you. Maybe they are telling you something after all.

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For His Name’s Sake

Shalom

C. L. J. Dryden

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