Cause: (n) a reason for an action
Even evil has a cause. A wise man once said it was to “kill, steal and destroy.”
Can it really be that easy?
So whenever I find myself killing, stealing or destroying, I have donned my “evil cap.” (Or maybe it’s a cape.)
And when I find myself giving life, providing for others and repairing things that are broken, I become a superhero for goodness.
There are so many causes and places to sign on dotted lines that my mind is blown and my ink pen is empty. I crave simplicity.
I need a plainness to my cause–something I would do whether there was pressure, approval, devils or gods.
Because the truth of the matter is, if I am trying to pursue the cause of the heavens, my earthly fatigue will often abandon the task.
I just don’t want to be evil.
I want to stop killing.
It would be good not to steal.
And probably, to avoid destroying.
I think the wise man was right–when you attempt to contradict the killing, stealing and destroying, you find yourself pursuing the cause of good, which is the cause of humanity…and amazingly, appears to be the cause of God.