God at Terminal Five

God at Terminal Five  Certainly there is a lot of suffering, too much is what most all of us would say. It comes in many forms, and too often those who suffer, do so in silence. Not to be a burden, not wanting to complain. But it is a basic human instinct to want to tell our story to someone. Beyond that, what we really want is someone to listen, someone who is willing to put aside their own problems for a minute, and listen to someone else's. Often times, this is when people are the most susceptible to common sense, after they have reached the point of thinking that there is little point of trying anyway, and hope fades by each day that their affliction is all there is for them. They become their sickness, they embrace it like an old friend.
  Physical trouble, in the form of sickness is the most obvious of personal problems, that all go through at some time, whether it is themselves who is suffering, or someone close to them. Along with this suffering, if allowed to go on in private, comes a bigger problem, that being a sickness of the soul. This type of suffering is not so easily recognized as is the physical, although in reality, this sickness of the soul is far more dangerous. What's the point of all this? If you look for them, there are a lot of such opportunities to tell a person who is most apt to need telling, that there is hope, a greater hope, a hope everlasting.