When you think of “pampered, comfortable, spoiled, and entitled,” are these words you mostly use to complain about millenials, or do you recognize how you and I carry some of that same fat?
If America had a life verse for its past fifty years, this would be it: “treat yo’ self.”
The band OneRepublic said it perfectly: “I feel something so right, doing the wrong thing, and I feel something so wrong doing the right thing.”
It’s not only a concern for others that motivates us to keep our mouth shut. It should be an instinct of self-preservation.
What we find in the wicked is… nothing. It’s an absence, a nothingness. Instead of seeing perhaps some malformed root growing in the wicked, or some different organism, what we discover is a great black hole.