Preacher Martin Lloyd-Jones used to tell the story of a lady who went to see a play in a London theatre on a cold winter’s night.
The story was set in the years before automotive transport, so she had a coachman who drove her in a horse and carriage to the play.
While she watched the show, the poor coachman had to sit outside in the snow on the driver’s seat of the coach looking after the horse.
Inside the theatre, the lady was moved to tears by the performance. Some of the characters in the play were in a desperately poor situation and she was emotionally affected by their terrible plight, but when she came out and saw the poor coachman covered in snow and almost frozen to death, she wasn’t moved at all, but took it for granted as a normal part of life.
When I first read this story, I felt chastised.
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