Complaint

I have a complaint.

Several, actually, with one consistent theme. In this new realm of possibility, complaints are anathema - and yet a persistent one rankles my nerves.

I cannot stand people who cannot get their greatness.

I hate it when they whine, hide, denigrate themselves, betray their possibilities. Sure, I get that part of their humanity, but somehow I cannot stand it. Especially when they trivialize what their existence is all about.

I know I *should* be compassionate, but it seems that I cannot tolerate it.

Heck, I will not.

When we make ourselves small, we make the One who created us small - for we were created in His image and likeness, and our God is definitely not miniscule.

So get off it already.