On Monday, he is blind.
On Tuesday, he is deaf.
On Wednesday, he is mute.
On Thursday, he cannot walk and uses a wheelchair.
On Friday, he speaks Aramaic.
On Saturday, he is normal.
Then, on Sunday he rests.
Someone asked him once, "how it's like?"
He beamed and gave a hearty laugh. "Well, it surprises people like you for instance".
Then, he paused for a fleeting moment. And his face became blank: expressionless.
He cleared his throat and mumbled, "I feel the torment that people who do lack those senses, even for a day. I offer it to God as redemptive suffering. And yet, nothing could come close to what the others have to live with throughout their lifetime."
He concluded:
"So,
When I could speak on a given day, I do speak for them..."
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