Nothing. (August 20 [N/A])

Sitting at the dining room table, we reflect on our day.

We remember the funny joke from work.

We recall the long day we had on our feet.

We recount the good times, the bad times, and the alright times of our day with those we love the most.

Now what?

We always stop in the middle of the story. We tell our part, and then that's it. We never fill in the rest. I am left wondering, and? What comes next? What happened next?

Now what?

Every day there are horrible things happening to people all over the world: famine, disease, pain, suffering, homelessness, persecution and pre-mature death.

Here we are sitting down, at our nice table, in our nice house, with our nice family, complaining that our co-workers don't know how to sell cars as well as they should. Or, how our feet hurt from having to stand up for an 8-hour shift at the store. We sit, we talk, we complain, we do nothing.

When it comes to the greater good your feet mean nothing. When it comes to the pain and suffering in the world, your opinion of your co-worker is probably more damaging than helpful.

Now what?

What are we doing?

Where are we going?

Nowhere.