In contrast to your usual minions, I imagine, I’m a bit more awed by your conceit and arrogance than I am by your supposed magnificence.

I'm not conceited. Conceit is a fault and I have no faults.

Hot air expands, and seriously pompous attitude is the inflation of choice by those lacking substance.

Arrogance is perhaps the most socially acceptable form of sin in the church today. In this culture of abundance, one of the only ways Satan can keep Christians neutralized is to wrap us up in pride. Conceit slips in like drafts of cold air in the winter. We don't see it, but outsiders can sense it.

Hot air expands, and pomposity is the inflation of choice by those lacking substance.

I was accused of always acting superior. Always means being, not acting.