Do you have the courage to admit that you feel life is meaningless and empty? Do you have the humility to admit it to someone who you know might just give you the stock answer about God? Or when the person facing meaninglessness is your friend, do you have the courage to maintain a presence with them? Not to speak of the God of all comfort, but just to be? To be a comfort, to be a person who acknowledges pain, even if you don't feel if yourself--to be a witness to it because in doing that I suppose you bear witness to your friend's life? Like Victor Klemperer who wrote about the Nazi years in his diaries, a collection now called "I Will Bear Witness." That's witnessing. It's not just talking about Jesus. It's about being a witness to the pain.
note: Musings presents alternative views of the alternative life. Not everything should be taken literally, e.g I obviously don't mean that we don't talk about God at all when witnessing.
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