Copious Amounts of Stress.
Sometimes I wonder if my current method of repeatedly whacking myself like a kid with a stick at the ground is really the best way to test my limits. Why do I have to hit a wall before I stop? Why do I have to flop before I see I’ve been drowning, gulping, spitting, lurching and gasping all along?
“Well,” says I. “Jesus was tired, tired many times. Torn by the demands of others, giving beyond his set limits, weary of his disciples.”
“But,” says I. “Jesus could take a nap.”