The Joker Honesty played a trump card against me that day; I thought I had the Dealer beat with a full house, but He trounced me with a royal straight flush and I’m still reeling from the loss. He brought us together at the table one day and soon after made me feel like the King whereas you beside me were my Queen. But now I see that I’m nothing more than a Joker, always discarded from the deck before the game ever even begins. That’s the last time I’m going to be honest when a game that important is on the line. It doesn’t matter how far we’ve come or the time span it took us to get here. The only thing that matters is that the Dealer beat me after He made me feel like nothing could touch me. Now I see why I don’t pray to Him: He builds me up and tears me back down right when I’m at the top of my game— like the Joker discarded from the deck.