They speak for themselves.
“All that men say is true, or at least most of
what they say is true.”
“All their facial expressions tell their true
“Most people in everyday common affairs have no
reason to lie or to be deceitful.”
“People conduct themselves as normal beings always
or almost always. One can usually take them at face value.”
Naivete has never met Discretion – never heard
of her. But Naivete has a sister:
“The friendship of people towards me comes out
of their admiration for me.” (sometimes true)
“People see something special in me even if they
can’t put a finger on it. If they don’t, they ought to.”
“People respect me because I am something special.”
“All centers on me…all.”
“All things said and done toward me to my dislike
are offensive, wrong and unjustified.”
“Don’t rebuke me; don’t rail on and on. It’s only
your ignorance and bad attitude. I don’t want to hear it.”
“I have spoken. Let all men fall down and worship.”
“World, watch the grace, see the grace that issues
from my precious lips.”
“I’m sure glad I’M right.”
Blindness is the brother of Naivete and Pride.
“I see me; I see what I do; I see what I see and
what I say; there is nothing else.”
“I don’t see the circumstances, their elements,
their noteworthiness. With the help of my sisters, I only believe
the flatteries people speak to me, of me.”
Destruction, the child of Pride and Blindness
(a marriage of incest) says:
“I will blurt out all I know and give my head
to the spoilers. I trust them. I don’t believe they are spoilers.
I only believe they are sincere observers wishing my good or
persons sent by God to let me know how I am so special.
I need such confirmations. How else can I support my parents
in their old age and honor them for all they have done for
Obstinacy, Pride’s cousin, says:
“I detest truth and what others may say to me
about myself that I do not want to hear. I understand it all
and they have nothing to offer me, even if my sisters Insincerity
and Self-delusion say with me, “Yes, we like truth, and do
hear it and do need it and do understand.”
Self-pity, Resentment and Bitterness, as one,
“You’ve got it in for me.”
“I won’t let go.”
“You owe me.”
To his dying day, my father refused to believe me and could not and would not understand that what had been done in me by God made an irreconcilable difference between him and me not only in terms of thought and way of life but very nature. He lingered for the old Victor he was once the father of, not willing to accept that I had died. He went to his grave lingering at mine. If only he had desired not the grave for the two of us but the resurrection. What man in his right mind would trade the skies and birds for the underground and worms? So, in all sadness, I turned my back on him, but do not regret it, no, not for a moment. You linger at my grave, longing for your son; I’ve left the darkness for the light and what is done is done. The change in me is not perceived by frail human sight And so you think that I am wrong and you are surely right. Reason fails to comprehend the things in my new life; Explanations will not do, they only lead to strife. People, habits, memories call but I’ve traded old for new; I’ve traded all that’s bad and false for all that’s good and true. I’m a stranger in this world whom you have never met; I’ve only kept this outer shell on which your hearts are set. My life is hid in Jesus Christ; believe me you will not; Your hearts are very hard and cold, for truth you have not sought. I’d rather walk on foreign soil than to this evil world be loyal, And trade the rags of dirt and toil for robes magnificent and roya...
Not His ways so much as Him! Yet “theologians” or “studiers of God” presume otherwise. And how ingrained it is in our very carnal natures the thought or belief that somehow we are in control to some extent of our destinies and the destinies of others. How frustrated we get at our failures and at the failures of others when we do not understand that all things, great and small, good and evil, obviously and otherwise are indeed in His hands, that He rules over all. How unforgiving we can be toward others for the evil the Lord has sent our way by them for our good, and toward ourselves for the evil He sent to others by us for their good, not that we can justify ourselves. We seek to do good as we learn. But we must also learn that even our mistakes and evils have served in their place for the time and though these things are to be repented of, they are also to be recognized as purposeful and to be forgotten in the sense of continual regret. And how fretful we are when we find certain circumstances and events are entirely in disagreement to us and beyond our control. But if we know the Lord, and if we know that He is in full control of all and that all He does is for our good, we can indeed forgive, forget and rest. The wisdom of God is unsearchable, His ways past finding out; His thoughts and His actions high above ours, we don’t know what He’s about. Moses He sends to save Israel and Pharaoh’s heart He hardens, And both are found faithful in doing His bidding, both b...
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