The Lesson’s Wax Ball

The matter being considered:

My 92-year-old mother-in-law chopped off her thumb, broke her leg, is becoming Alzheimer-y, and half her daughters want to institutionalize her. She, of course, wants to stay home, and half the daughters support her. How can anyone of conscience put another conscious person, let alone their own mother, into the hell of a nursing home against her will?

The inconsideration of indifference and non-recognition in the general population.

The taking advantage of and ruining of other people’s lives by sociopaths, however they excuse themselves.
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The sum of these contributing factors is the recognition that man has no conscience. Not my Christian sisters-in-law, not the polite and considerate strangers, not the sociopathic self we deny is within us.

No conscience. Quite startling. Knowing we are supposed to have a conscience from social cues, we feign conscientious concern. Until there is some kind of cost. Oops, gotta be going. G’luck.

So here I am, looking into the vacuum of my conscience-eyes. I remember conscience. I got caught stealing God’s purpose for my life. Took the time of his life, actually, as mine. Major embarrassment. Repented and submitted, and was forgiven. Gained conscience. All right, now. It is all your’s, God. Right?

Uh, no. Really depending heavily on grace. My conscience-motivated activity is like Puddles looking at his watch: “Conscience (shoulder shrug)?”

Should be praying for all. For benefit of all. For everyone a winner. For Jesus to promote all. Jethro (‘Jethro’ in Hebrew means His exceeding abundance). For everyone God loves to be loved.