Once upon a time we were sold a beautiful lie. We were sold the idea that for all our works and effort the highest prize that may be obtained is a life of comfort. A life where I find comfort in my home, my job, my income, my possessions, my faith, my family and many others.
This is not a lie because these things don’t bring comfort as they do! It is a lie because for us to have this comfort, it requires that either everyone has found it, we can’t see that others have not found it or that we don’t really care whether comfort has been found by others.
How can anyone ever be comfortable knowing that so many live in complete discomfort? Waking up hungry, alone, parentless, futureless, hopeless, in pain, in depression, in slavery, in darkness. The truth should cause us to realise that we can’t accept comfort when so many live without it! Continue reading