How sad that man so often goes his own way and chooses his own direction by his will alone. How tragic that he will rise from his bed, and set out into the morning, without a single word being spoken with God, with his attention being absorbed in the world, and his path being directed solely by his own thought and shortsightedness. This is counter to the life man should follow, and that Jesus taught us to walk; no cross does he pick up, no suffering does he see, and yet his burden is destined to become great, while pain and death await him with certainty. Who are we to know the way, forgive our own transgressions, and receive eternity by our own will and command? We are called to seek God and love Him above all else… where is our heart, our mind, and our soul? Who is it that gives us strength if not God? How pure is our faith?