I just thought I'd post this because it really made me think about morality and our perception of morality.
Its a story of opposites. My uncle is a pillar of the community. He goes to church twice a week. He doesn't smoke, doesn't drink, and doesn't curse. My step-brother, on the other hand, drinks, smokes, and curses like a sailor. He would not be caught dead in a church.
My grandmother use to live 5 minutes away from my uncle and 2 hours away from our family. During this time, my family saw my grandmother much more than my uncle did. One time my grandmother called my uncle and asked him for a ride to the hospital. My uncle's response was "Can't you take a cab?"
I helped my grandmother move closer to us after that. This was right before I went into the Air Force.
While I was gone, my step-brother visited my grandmother nearly everyday. He would buy groceries for her, and do anything she could not do herself. He also spent time with her just so that she would have someone to talk to.
Who is the moral man? Who is going to heaven?