Pride

People like to feel great. We love to feel great about ourselves. Proud is a positive word in our vocabulary. We like to feel like we're good at something. We love to pay other people out so we feel superior. Yet we hate the pride deteriorating pay outs ourselves.We love to feel cool. We love to feel 'in'. We love to feel accepted. We love people telling us what kind, lovable, generous, caring person we are, even if we aren't.

This boils down to man's proud instincts. We are proud by nature, this we know from history, wars because men were to proud to admit their mistakes, millions of deaths because they were too stubborn, too proud to admit defeat. Having kings, queens, chiefs, the 'highest' position so that one person could have the (proud) honor of ruling.

So can you see how proud we are. SO proud. I am one of the worst cases. But there's a greater truth that eclipses our pride. God sent his only child to earth, and then sent him to this instrument of torture to watch him die. For who? For failures, for the proud, for the weak, for the liars, for the jealous, for the cons, for the sexually messed up, for all of the failures. Jesus died for MY pride. Jesus loved me SO much he gave his life for me, even though I am repeatedly too proud to accept him. Thank you Jesus.