Most of what we see is living not with intention but with selfish ambition and intention with motive. Why?

 

Mainly because it is splashed across every screen in the betraying forms of falsehoods, fake lives, and manufactured photos of our faces until we look like Madam Tussaud’s wax figures…but wax melts.

 

What does it mean to you to live with intention?

 

When was the last time you stared down your day and chose to be true instead of fake?

 

Living with intention is purposeful. It is listening and noticing and stopping and caring and loving…well.

 

We have become a generation of superficial zombies, everything a carbon copy of who we were created to be, packaged to death and sold a bill of goods for which there is no payment.

 

When was the last time you helped your neighbor or a friend or a stranger? Took food to a sick person or sat with a shut in?

 

Yes, we are all so very busy…doing nothing. Like hamsters on the proverbial wheel racing frantically to get to the next big thing when really we are just going around in circles.

 

You can see it now. The poison spewing from our souls like an angry volcano. A mob mentality which drags everyone down into the mud pit wallowing like pigs.

 

Yes, animals fight—survival of the fittest and all that—but we are not animals…not yet.

 

But it is a slippery slope when morals become a passing thing, when anything and everything goes in a PC culture and everyone is fighting but they really don’t know what they are fighting for anymore.

 

It is a Sodom and Gomorrah. But just like the old city in the bible it only takes a few to turn back the tide, to stop us all from falling into the deep end of the ocean.

 

To live intentionally is to live with purpose. It really has nothing to do with you and everything to do with the other person.

When we stop caring for our fellow man we are no better than hungry dogs ready to devour the first one who comes across our path.

 

May we all live with intention.

 

For others.