We’ve been watching a show called “Suits” lately, and one of the lines became a catalyst for a few other thoughts I’ve had rattling around in my head lately.
In the story line, Harvey Specter, a cool, Danny Ocean-like lawyer, has just exposed a cheating businessman in a high-power trading firm that Specter represents. The CEO of the firm fires the employee immediately, and addresses Specter:
CEO: Harvey, I want you to know that I knew nothing about any of this.
Specter: Dean, when I was thirteen years old my little brother was getting bullied by a kid in the neighborhood. One day I confronted the kid’s father. He told me he didn’t know anything about it. You know what his problem was? It was his [gosh darn] job to know.
The guys playing in my fantasy baseball league drafted a league constitution before the beginning of the season. Here are a few lines that follow one of the league rules:
Though the ESPN system will let you break this rule in various ways, the commissioner will not. Repeated abuse of this rule means you’re trying to cheat or being lazy. Either is bad.
When I was on my mission, those companionships that were given access to cars were instructed to keep an accounting of the miles they drove. They were allotted a certain amount of miles every transfer (six weeks), and if they reached or exceeded their transfer allotment, they were to park their cars and walk or bike for the remainder of the transfer.
Some missionaries thought they could get around this rule by building up speed, then shifting their vehicles into neutral and “coasting” till they ran out of kinetic energy, then shifting back into gear and repeating the process. It’s an unsafe and impractical venture in general, and is actually illegal in some places.
In one zone conference, my mission president stood up and said, “Elders and Sisters, coasting is bad—in cars and in life.”
So here’s the life lesson. For those things that matter most—our families, our work, our passions, our talents, our salvation—being wise stewards requires that we be both aware and active. In many cases, ignorance—while blissful—is not an excuse.