No one understands my students’ cries of unfairness more than I do. At my current rate of income-based repayment, I will be able to pay off the loans from my bachelors and masters degrees shortly before my 92nd birthday.
Yes, God may love you, but if he was even remotely concerned with your happiness he wouldn’t have given grasshoppers wings.
“You know what’s better than being sad?”
“Are we having cake?”
“Nope. You’re getting pasta, but that’s similar.”
It is amazing how exhausting being positive is when the people around you insist on being irritating.
“Look, if I had healthcare then I would seek pharmaceutical methods of handling things, but I don’t, and that means I have to be creative in my problem-solving.”
There comes a point when you realize that when Jesus said “Go and do likewise,” he was not referring to achieving national levels of fame before your thirtieth birthday. So it seems that I am off the hook there.
At the height of his fame, Jesus only had 12 confirmed followers and I am not clear on why I should feel obligated to surpass him when I have no intention of saving the world.