I watched an elderly homeless man walk across a street while driving through Toronto a few years ago. His shoe was untied and I was concerned he would trip, fall, get hurt, or even hit by a car.
Where I came from, fun was important. There were little to no discussions about self-control, or what it looks like to take personal responsibility for my choices, whether healthy or unhealthy. There was little sound teaching about the difference between human ways and God’s ways, much less listening to the Holy Spirit.
When your mind is racing, like mine is right now, where do you go to shut it off?
I was called evil, a scammer and a liar by someone a few minutes ago. I understand he’s controlled by substance abuse, but it still hurts momentarily nonetheless. My human instinct wanted to convince him otherwise, but the Spirit inside tells me it wouldn’t do any good.