The sad truth about ourselves is that we don’t get to “happy
are those” until our bodies have done some wasting away. It comes from being so
good at hiding iniquity or living “what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas” even
though we've never left home. Hopefully sooner, rather than later, we come to
our senses and realize that acknowledging our deceit has a direct effect on
whether we live as “happy are those” or as those who are “dried up as in the heat
of summer.” That is the gift of groaning all day long for if we were not made
uncomfortable by a hand heavy upon us our ignorance would grow content with the
bit and be curbed only when caught by torment or trouble. And so “happy are
those” who both hear and tell the truth about themselves and determine to
be less stubborn next time so that their groaning will give way
to glad cries of deliverance.
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