I hate litter. Can I say it more clearly? When I’m walking the grounds of my complex, without fail, I see litter. Many times, I’ll stop and pick it up especially if I find an empty bag to put it in. When I return to the neighborhood where I grew up, I see the blight of litter. I detest it.
Why won’t people pick up their own trash? Why leave it for someone else to see, to clean up?
If each person took responsibility for keeping his or her space clean, we wouldn’t have a litter problem would we?
If I took responsibility for examining my life on a daily basis, reading God’s Word (His cleansing agent), and applying it, making sure my heart is clean, I wouldn’t litter other people’s lives with the trash of harsh words, unkind thoughts, and actions. Instead, when they came around me, they would only experience a refreshing of the soul and the beauty of holiness, a sweet aroma.
