My daughter asked me today why people throw cigarettes onto the ground. Without thinking I responded, "It's because people are horrible." Then I thought about what I said. Is that really true? Do I really think people are horrible because they litter? Is it because they smoke? Am I any better? I started reflecting on the things in my life that make me horrible. I yell at the dog. I've skipped class. I've lied to people I love. Hell, I've thrown a hamburger wrapper out the window (when I was alone of course). Does that make me horrible? I get frustrated at politicians. I blow off the needy. I miss church. Does that make me horrible? I've fought with others. I ignore phone calls. I posted mean comments. Does that make me horrible? That's when it hit me. I am as horrible as everyone else. There are not "levels of horribleness." The Bible says "Since we've compiled this long and sorry record ...
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