I grew up thinking that I was a pretty charitable person. I frequently saw the Relief Society’s “Charity Never Faileth” slogan and I felt warm and fuzzy inside because I knew deep in my heart that I was a kind and loving person.<\/p>\n
Let me give you a few examples of how wonderful I was. In the rare instance that my suburbanite friends and I would pass a homeless person on the street, instead of recoiling in horror like most of my friends did, I would hand my fellow man a buck or two feeling pretty good about myself in the process. Or take the super nerdy kid in school. While a lot of the kids in school would mock, shun, or tease them I would often smile and say hi. Wasn’t I sweet?<\/p>\n
Now as I get older and learn a little more about charity and life I realize I’m not as sweet and wonderful as I’d like to be. It seems that lately I’ve had an especially difficult time getting a grasp on charity in my life. Maybe it’s the heat but I feel I’ve been finding too many ways to become irritated with those around me.<\/p>\n
How do you have charity for those around you everyday? How about the lady in the ward that wants to be in your business too much, or a friend who drones on and on about their horrible life? What about a sibling, parent, or child that seems to drain you of any good emotions that you may have? The list could go on and on but I might enjoy writing down every person that ever annoyed me just a little too much.<\/p>\n
Sure, I can be charitable when it’s easy. It’s when it’s hard that it gets to me. So help a sister out. Apart from taking large doses of prozac how can one apply the principle of charity more effectively in their life?<\/p>\n
[Associated radio.blog song: Morcheeba – Can’t Stand It<\/em>]