Nobody wants to die on a cross.
At my core, I am selfish. So are you. My default mode is to pursue what I think will make me happy. I’ve been this way my whole life.
When I was a baby, I would cry until someone fed me. I whined until someone would play with me. I screamed until someone changed my diaper. Then I got older, and I wanted to have the Adidas Superstar shoes the cool kids had. I longed to get a Motorola Razr cell phone at the same time my friends were getting them. When I turned 16, I begged my parents for the right to buy a 1969 Camaro and fix it up (thankfully, they said no).
Now I’m adult (or so they tell me), and those desires have not gone away. I still chase things that I think will make me happy:
· I want to be first in line at the drive-thru because waiting annoys me.
· I want to have a pretty lawn so I look good compared to my neighbors.
· I want new Nike running shoes because mine have a hole in the toe and don’t look very cool.
· I work hard to stay level-headed and logical even in an argument, because it makes me feel good to be the one who is “in control” and who gets the last word.
· I try to be funny and friendly, because I want people to like me and I like being the center of attention.
· I work hard and avoid interruptions because I feel happy when I get my to-do list done for the day.
These are just a few of the ways in which I try to make myself happy. I am selfish, and I’m always trying to find pleasure in satisfying my own desires. Selfishness comes very naturally to me. It is not natural, however, for me to willingly lay those desires down. I doubt it is for you, either. It is not natural for us to sacrifice.