It’s snowing like crazy right now. I hear myself saying, “Do I (emphasis on the I) deserve this?” But then I stop. What an arrogant, privileged kind of comment! What a misplaced word: deserve! Where did I ever get the idea that the weather is here to serve my needs?
I’m not alone. We who have so much, so much in the way of material possessions and life choices, often think in terms of what we deserve. We take on a god role of approval and disapproval. We have a stamp of approval that says ‘Deserve’ and another that says ‘Don’t deserve’ and we use them at whim.
A friend told me that I deserve a hot shower. Her intention was kind and loving, but I’ll tell you who really deserves one. Not me, but a homeless woman on the streets of Boston, or New York, or … you name the place or circumstance.
I can say that I don’t like this latest snowfall, but deserving it has nothing to do with what’s going on.
I’m not alone. We who have so much, so much in the way of material possessions and life choices, often think in terms of what we deserve. We take on a god role of approval and disapproval. We have a stamp of approval that says ‘Deserve’ and another that says ‘Don’t deserve’ and we use them at whim.
A friend told me that I deserve a hot shower. Her intention was kind and loving, but I’ll tell you who really deserves one. Not me, but a homeless woman on the streets of Boston, or New York, or … you name the place or circumstance.
I can say that I don’t like this latest snowfall, but deserving it has nothing to do with what’s going on.