Someone with a spiritual life of some depth said that "To preach the Gospel, means living it." I feel depression coming on. My job is to preach the gospel. I am pretty good with words and stories, to make a point. I don't blabber on for a long time. People say nice things about my preaching. My problem is that I cannot seem to live the Gospel in my own life. But there is hope. The writer I quoted above adds, "We are weak, sinful, and unimportant. But we must try." Now if you are any of those things, and I am all three, this can give us some hope that we are not just words without deeds or action. We must try. We will fail sometimes. We are not God though in false pride I at times forget this. Prayer is so that I might fail less often, but when I fail, grace will lift me up and I can go on to "try." Again and again and again.