How often do we go about our day wondering what Jesus would think of our conduct?
"Would I squirm if He was watching this movie with me?"
"Would I talk to Kyle with this tone if He was standing in the doorway?"
So many times I'm caught red-handed in this area. My attitude, tone, or reasons are not at all pleasing to Him. Even if I'm doing something good, like cleaning up the table, wiping up a spill. Why am I doing it? Is it for attention? Or is it to honor Him? Pride is a very sly and dangerous thing, and we have to, have to hate it. Otherwise it will slowly but surely creep into our lives and make up a comfortable spot in our heart! And, really, it is much better a task to keep it out of our hearts than it is to get it out of our hearts.
I hate pride. It makes me dislike people. So why wouldn't I think others would dislike it in me? And if I hate pride, why is it in me?
Because. I don't hate it enough. (thanks Morgan!) So what I really need to do is to pray fervently that Jesus would smile on me again, and grant me a humble heart.
And come on, who doesn't want one of those?