You may have noticed that several themes keep popping up in this blog. One of those is entitlement. I have little patience and even less sympathy for those who believe the world--or anyone else--owes them a living.
Our society is filled with these people. They whine about what they don't have. They moan that they shouldn't have to work because they are "victims." They groan that they have a right to be supported by others.
Let me tell you about my Grandmother McBride. When she married my grandfather, a widower, she took on the care of his three children. Six more children quickly followed. During this time, my grandparents worked a small farm in Pima, Arizona. Times were hard. Water was scarce, money even more so. What little income they had went to buy shoes for the children (so that they could go to school) and a little white sugar, for bottling fruits.
Despite their modest means, they always paid their tithes and offerings. When my grandfather died during the height of the Great Depression, Grandma was left alone, with the last six children still at home. She didn't complain. Instead, she got to work. She made sure her children attended school, went to church, and obeyed the Lord.
Grandma lost two sons during World War II, yet she kept going and eventually served a mission for her church. Her life was devoted to serving others, not to being served. She would not have recognized the word "entitlement," would have been baffled by the very concept.
This I know for sure: the world has no need for those who wear the entitlement banner.