In 1994 I was jogging and fell down the stairs of an underpass leading to East Coast Park (in Singapore). I tripped at the top and fell headfirst down the stairs, cracking my forehead on the side of one of the concrete steps as I came down. I was knocked unconsious and fell to the bottom.
When I regained conciousness there were three types of people who came to me:
(i) Those who saw all the blood and ran by saying ’eeeee!’
(ii) A newspaper reporter came to see if someone had pushed me etc..
(iii) A man who genuinely had compassion, helped to bandage me up and call ambulance.
In the same way, when we fall or trip up in our Christian
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