Monday, July 23, 2007
Pride
Pride sets subtle snares.
Whenever I imagine that I am in control of life -- my own or someone else's -- I have fallen prey to the ancient whisper in the Garden: "You shall be like gods."
Mortality is the enduring reminder that I become like God not by my own power but by the power of the cross.
Whenever I imagine that I am in control of life -- my own or someone else's -- I have fallen prey to the ancient whisper in the Garden: "You shall be like gods."
Mortality is the enduring reminder that I become like God not by my own power but by the power of the cross.
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