When I was a kid, you could make me do anything for some peanut butter and chocolate. I was always pretty sure God was present in the chocolate, peanut butter combo, the same way he is present in music and the ocean.
I was a selfish child. This became evident to my mom when we went to the grocery store. I would ask for candy at the check out, and when faced with the answer “no,” I would then throw my self on the floor and flop like a fish out of water. Sorry about that mom.
The first time I remember making a decision to be selfless, involved a Reese’s peanut butter cup. I was playing with my best friend and there was only one left; a miniature one. So I decided we should split it, but I wanted it to be even. I went to the kitchen and cut it with a butter knife. I accidentally cut it unevenly and stared at it…and stared at it. I really wanted the bigger piece. I took a deep breath and made the decision to take the smaller piece. It took every ounce of strength in me. Come on, it’s chocolate and peanut butter!
But then I felt something change in me; a flip of the switch. It felt good to take the smaller piece. As the chocolate and peanut butter swirled around in my mouth I realized it tasted better than ever before. I decided I wanted to be selfless all the time. I was aware that righteousness and wickedness were at war inside my heart, and in that quiet moment with my best friend and a Reese’s Peanut butter cup, it felt like I punched wickedness in the face, and I wanted to keep punching.