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10.26.2008  

Role Reversal

When I called Andrew the other night, there was a distinct and sad irony to that entire conversation. On a cold day some three years ago, it was he who was trying desperately to get a hold of me, I who sat in stunned and pained disbelief. But not so this time around.

One of the things we wondered at was not how this could happen, but why this doesn't happen directly to us. It's been a theme of our friendship for some time now -- the two of us sitting there, asking one another, "Why does God love us the way He does? Why is it that we are chosen, His beloved?" We've found we don't have an answer we can wrap our heads around, one that satisfies our egos and doesn't reveal our utter helplessness.

And that, I think, is where the rubber meets the road. The situations like this that make those kinds of phone calls necessary are the situations that reveal our dire helplessness, the very depths of life that humble us both with the realization that we've seen and belong in the heavens.

I hope we never have to share one of those calls again.

posted by Bolo | 2:36 PM
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