Advice is worst when it comes after the fact.
What I would have done is….
…and the thing is done already, already gone wrong.
Being asked for advise must be a nice feeling.
It’s like being asked to speak at a function.
In the village the most important functions are weddings and funerals.
What is said at these functions is said for the benefit of the whole community, and alot is said.
Hours of it.
You are asked to speak only if you’re an elder or you’re highly respected.
If you’re rich, you’re always asked.
I haven’t been around advice much, so it’s difficult for me to meditate on it.
I find asking for help, difficult.
I’m a little bit tired, but still here. Going to church tomorrow, excited about this Easter.
Why do nasty legal letters begin; “Be advised that…”
Jesus looks abit tired too, but we’re having a big dinner tonight.
I don’t know where he got it.