The last few days have been uber busy. In addition to the typical new parent tasks, I’ve been trying to get a Tanzanian birth certificate for baby Baylor. You would not believe how many different hospital and government officials in as many offices I’ve had to meet with in the last two days. It has been really busy.
‘I was sad because I had no shoes,
until I met a man who had no feet.’
Today, while in this involved state, I found it to be nearly 3:00 and I hadn’t eaten anything (those of you who know me can attest to just how rare this is). As I was driving down the road, I was trying to figure out how in the world I was going to fit lunch into my list of things to do. That’s when I saw the guy with no fingers — not a single digit on either hand. He was begging on the side of the road, also wondering how, and from where, he was going to get his next meal.
I’d like to say I began thinking less about myself at that point — and I suppose I did for a few minutes. But it wasn’t long before I was considering when the sun would set and whether or not I’d have time for an early evening run today, having missed it for the past several days. That’s when I passed the legless beggar, half-dragging and half-bear-crawling his way slowly down the sidewalk. And then it hit me….
I think about myself a lot.
I would venture to say, and I will say, that the root of all sin is selfishness. Now, I don’t know for sure that this is true, but in the little time I’ve been thinking about it, I haven’t found an exception. Thoughts?