Once I finally understand the immensity of my own impoverishment, I am finally in a position to see the enormity of God’s majesty.

Oh yes, I am frequently driven to an enraged frenzy by the blatantly crass actions of others. But to be painfully honest, that anger is much less driven by the reality of their actions and far more fueled by the realization that everything I am is everything that I hate in them.

I take my cues from the world around me and carefully paint a self-portrait that the world can’t help but accept. However, I would be much wiser to put down all such artistic notions and hold up the portrait of me painted by God simply because that is a picture at which the world can’t help but marvel.

We might do well to take a look at what we’ve crammed into our pockets as it will say much about what we’ve crammed into our hearts.

It has nothing to do with who I am as compared to everyone else. It has everything to do with who I am in companionship with God.

To save myself I must face myself, which may be the hardest of all things to face.