Fighting the old me

Nearly Getting Arrested in Downtown Atlanta
Image by Stuck in Customs via Flickr

For the next few days I have to drive to downtown Atlanta each morning for a conference.  It’s not a horribly long drive by any means, maybe 30 minutes.  But as I drove into the city this morning I caught myself quietly whining about the constant rain today and the cold and the traffic and so on.  I wasn’t until I exited onto Courtland Avenue, which is very near Renaissance Park, that I caught the error of my ways.

While I was busy whining about having to drive in the rain, there are homeless men and women all around me who have no escape.  Or at least very little.  While I was in a warm bed last night, they were outside.  When I was warming up the car this morning, they were just trying to stay warm.  And while I was driving to a conference that has to do with a business I own, they were wondering if they will ever get back on their feet again.

I write this for two reasons.  First, to confess the error of my thinking this morning and pray that I won’t do it again.  And second,  to hopefully give us all a little perspective on the gravity, or lack thereof, of our everyday problems.  Tomorrow, I will make the same drive.  This time I will do it with prayer and thanksgiving.

Brodie

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