I once met a man who said he was thirsty so I handed him a bottle of water, but he would not drink. He then said he was hungry so I handed him my lunch, but he would not eat. Finally he said he was lost so I asked him where he was going, but he would not speak.
What I did not understand was he was thirsty for the word, he hungered for the spirit, and had lost his way from the path of righteousness. He laid down the mirror in his hand and picked up a Bible to quench his thirst, quash his hunger, and find his way again; the man was me.