I learned of my friend's cancer condition from some co-workers. The half dozen or so times that someone has brought this up to me, they have also unfailingly expressed their dismay that he has made no effort to stop smoking even now. Yet aren't we all, each and every one of us, afflicted with the same issue? The same stubbornness? The same pride? The same weakness? We struggle far too often with lust and pornography, but don't take steps to turn off our internet service. We tend to get into trouble whenever we go out and drink alcohol, but we don't let that stop us from heading out with the guys. We know the dangers of sexual promiscuity, but we jump into bed with anyone who gives us the time of day. We are all letting our addictions kill us in one way or another. We fully understand our conditions but we are not making the slightest effort to seek help or to make changes in our lives. Who are we to pity others or to look down upon them when we are on the same dark road? This road leads to the same destination for each of us.
