Blame…
All this is flashy rhetoric about loving you.
I never had a selfless thought since I was born.
I am mercenary and self-seeking through and through;
I want God, you, all friends, merely to serve my turn.
Peace, reassurance, pleasure, are the goals I seek,
I cannot crawl one inch my proper skin;
I talk of love—a scholar’s parrot may talk Greek—
But, self-imprisoned, alway end where I begin.
- C.S. Lewis
The problem is easy to find when it is not me. The world is easy to b lame when it is not my fault. When I am right, it becomes so obvious that everyone else is wrong. I have pointed fingers all of my life. I have been very diligent to consider all of the facts so I would always be above reproach. So what do I do now that the blame falls on me??? I cannot lord my superiority over abortionist when I won’t take time out of my day to council at risk youth? What gives me the right to complain about gas prices when I still drive to the places I could walk? How can I diminish someone else’s style of worship when I don’t devote all of my worship to God.
Every problem that I come up against is not some other groups fault. Every problem that I face is directly proportional to my in-action. I will never get anywhere until I realize that “life” is not someone else’s fault. No matter how wide ranging a circumstance may be; until I apply myself nothing will change. In all actuality my rightness and wrongness is meaningless until I start acting on my convictions. Not boycotting a movie because it does not represent my moral stance, but supporting a movie that does. Not privately slandering a corrupt politician, but publicly praising one of exceptional character (and in certain cases where one cannot be found, becoming one). Am I ready to take the steps required to change the world? I want to say yes, but I am afraid that it will not be as easy as it sounds. It will be an interesting ride; this I will guarantee. Any company would be warmly welcomed. See you soon.
