My brother reminded me last week that I am cold. He has mentioned this before as have some other friends of mine. I always took it as a complement. I thought that they meant cold as in decisive, practical, and resolute.
This time when he called me cold, though, it was more like he meant insensitive, abrasive, and unemotional. After considering this for a few days, I have to admit that he's not all wrong. I must also confess that cold is not a good thing. Jesus, my big brother and role model, was not cold. I'll have to talk to Dad about that one. I'm sure He will help me make the adjustment.
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