What and where is pride? Who can fathom his house among the wilderness of the human soul? Who can see the light that shines dimly from it's upper window, where pride watches for oportunity? Who sees pride leave his front door toward our mind. He slips from tree to tree, staying deep in the shadows. We have sought his paths and not found them. But silently he approaches. We talk and talk, do and do. All the while unaware of his approach. And when he finally comes upon us, who can tell from which direction he came?
How very sad is the condition of man that we should be so blind to such a great sin. Thanks to Jesus for His sacrifice. Who would be able to stand before the Most High God without the blood of Jesus about him?
"Now we see, as through a glass darkly. Then we shall know fully, even as we are fully known".
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