A friend of mine was asking some questions and speaking of his desire to do what God says and speaking of his seeming lack of actual desire to do it, and I posted a response that seemed more directed at my own life than his…so I am going to share it here because maybe there is someone else who needs to hear it too…
Working in a hospital environment like I do tends to make me sort of calloused to the needs of others. Every single day, I go to my dead-end job of parking people’s cars, and every day I see people who’s loved ones are dying or who’s children are suffering from various cancers or men who can no longer speak and have one of those little electronic voice boxes that makes them sound like that robot at the beginning of the Beastie Boys song “Intergalactic,” and, more often than not, I don’t give a damn. I want to care, but more often than not, I just don’t.
Or at least that is what I used to think. Read more »