The weight of demand
The first means of communication I learnt was crying as a baby. It's even expected for one to cry as soon as they leave their mother's womb. Roughly translated, an adage in my own language says, the baby that doesn't cry dies on its mother's back. Meaning that if one doesn't express their grievances, then they shouldn't expect change to happen. Very early on in our lives a feedback loop is created, where we cry and we get something after. In one of my favourite sermons by Frederick W. Robertson, he puts across the fact that, seeing something, desiring it and wanting to have it, is a sign of spiritual immaturity. Just think of how whiny toddlers can be for their favourite snacks. Then it humbles me, to think of how whiny I can be in my thoughts prayers, when things aren't going my way. It makes me wonder why wanting stuff riles me up so much. Perhaps there's a sense of wanting to belong, that drives me to want what my peers have,...