And we are quick to find targets: The Democrats. The Republicans. The UN. The corporate world.
Nearly a century ago, The Times of London asked G.K. Chesterton and several other eminent writers to contribute essays on the theme, “What’s Wrong With the World.”
Chesterton’s response was pointedly profound: “Dear Sirs, I am.”
When I rail at all the trouble on this planet, I must come to face to face that I’m a big part of it. I bristle at the charge that I have something to do about all this. But it’s true. I live beyond my means. I don’t give to my church or to the poor like I should. I don’t share the gospel story, giving hope to others. I live for myself, a pleasure-seeker if there ever was one.
So what’s wrong with the world? It starts with me.
Care to comment?
(UPDATE: Check out Ann over at A Holy Experience for a similiar take. “When you have no idea how to fix a broken world.” It’s amazing.)
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