The one who humbles himself will be exalted. (Luke 18:14)
Self-confidence is a virtue in business, in our families,
and in our parishes. Think about St. Paul. He was very confident in his
abilities. He was a fearless evangelist. He established churches
everywhere he went. He taught, wrote, and performed miracles. Without
self-confidence, Paul would not have been able to accomplish all that he
did. A modern-day psychologist might describe Paul as having a “strong
ego.”
But that’s a lot different from a person who has a “large ego.”
People with strong egos have let life’s ups and downs reveal their
strengths and weaknesses—and they have learned how to use their
strengths in a productive way. Paul was bold and pushy. He liked to get
his way. He made a lot of mistakes. But he learned from them. He let
them teach him humility. He even spoke about how proud and self-centered
he was before he met the Lord (Philippians 3:3-10).
By contrast, people with large egos are self-centered. They are
always looking for adulation and recognition. They elevate themselves
over others and look down on the people they consider inferior to
themselves. The Pharisee in today’s parable had a large ego. He lived a
moral life. He fasted, and he gave money to the poor. But he let his
goodness go to his head, as he looked down on the repentant tax
collector. His ego was so large that he didn’t have room for anyone
else—not even the Lord—in his life.
God wants us to be confident. He wants us to develop the gifts that
he has given to us to their fullest potential so that we can push
forward and build the kingdom. But we have to watch out for the trap of
pride. Being confident is a good thing. But we always have to be sure
that our confidence is grounded in humility, not self-glory. That’s the
secret to having a strong ego, not a large one.
“Lord, teach me true humility and strength of character.”
Taken from www.wau.org
This is a christian blog intended to share my insights and thoughts as I continue to journey with the Lord, on this path of faith.
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Monday, October 21, 2013
The Worship Closet- Oceans
I heard this song and I believe its apt I share it with you. Please follow the lyrics and I can guarantee that you will be blessed.
Sunday, October 13, 2013
Darkest Day
I returned from a soothing retreat this weekend, and a colleague shared a beautiful poem he wrote, with us. Enjoy;
In the darkest night as the deepness fades,
Light could be seen burning away,Like the truth from a lie.Forsaken taken a-back,stripped of all fact,Life was passing him by.
Light could be seen burning away,Like the truth from a lie.Forsaken taken a-back,stripped of all fact,Life was passing him by.
He just wanted to stay,
Stop time and waste away,In that the darkest day,Six feet down in a grave.
He would end up that way,Over and over it'd play,He would hear these words,
And would have nothing to say.
Stop time and waste away,In that the darkest day,Six feet down in a grave.
He would end up that way,Over and over it'd play,He would hear these words,
And would have nothing to say.
Escaping intoxication,Forbearing false medication,
It had spread from his lungs,Heading to a destination,That's blinded by the extremes,
Stretched out and placed on the seams,
It had spread from his lungs,Heading to a destination,That's blinded by the extremes,
Stretched out and placed on the seams,
Where forgotten are dreams,He would continue to be,
Beaten and under attack,Waiting for the relapse,Oh, how time dragged on.
One thing which he has learned,Is that slowly he had turned,And forgotten where to belong.
Beaten and under attack,Waiting for the relapse,Oh, how time dragged on.
One thing which he has learned,Is that slowly he had turned,And forgotten where to belong.
By Charles Klein (Newman Campus Ministry)
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
THE CHURCH?
I received this piece from a friend yesterday and just wanted to share it with you:
I felt so broken and alone, the burden on my heart
felt like it was on my back; its weight broke my back, I couldn’t even stand
straight. I couldn’t see the sun, it added to my burdens; death was all I could
think about. Life was meaningless and there was nowhere to go, no one to turn
to and I would sleep an endless sleep than wake up to hear the birds singing
the dirges that would be sang when I am finally laid to rest.
The blue skies mocked me and they made want to scream,
they smiled when all I could do was weep, tears were the food of my soul. No
one even smiled, the whole world was in a rush and I was at a standstill.
I heard my mother’s voice, so soft and tender and
her touch so gentle; she had come only to remind me that I would find solace,
peace and someone to listen to me if I go to the church. I remembered the
Apostle Paul saying that the Church is the Body of Christ; I had heard so much
about Christ, I even saw the great things He did and how He turned the ugly into
the beautiful. The Body of Christ- His eyes, ears, lips, tongue, hands, feet
and most of all His heart. The Church would be the right place to find solace.
I had done so much wrong; I needed a place to
offload this over-weighted burden. I went to the Church...
Why did everyone look at me so strangely? Did my sin
show on my face? At last! Someone to talk to before the service started. It
felt so good to have someone listen and tell you about the love of God and the
salvation Christ brings.
Why is everyone walking away when I try to get
close? Why is the gentleman who spoke to me before the service hiding from me?
Why do I still feel lonely and left out like I did before I came in? Why are
they staring at me with their noses turned up and their eyes so full of
condemnation? Why do I feel worse than I did before service? Why are they
judging me?
Doesn’t the Good Book say that Jesus came for the broken?
Didn’t Jesus say that those who are well do not need a doctor? Why do I feel
like the medication given me is making me worse off than before?
The Good Book says God’s heart is full of
compassion; the Church is God’s heart isn’t it? Why is it so cold? The Church
is God’s hand, why is it so short in reaching out to a sick person like me? Why
aren’t these hands wrapping me up and warming me up? Why isn’t it taking the
burden off my back? But Jesus said I should come to Him with my burden and He
will give me rest; why then do I feel like I have to carry my burden along with
the judgement and condemnation it comes with? The Church is God’s feet, why
isn’t it walking to me with the love and forgiveness I so seek?
If indeed the Church is the Body of Christ, why
didn’t I find solace like my mother told me? Why didn’t I find the consolation
and forgiveness I so sought?
Was I better off coming to the Church? Why do I have
to be relegated to the back for doing the wrong I didn’t really want to do? Why
excommunication when I could have been given mercy?
Is the Church really the Body of Christ? Is that how
Christ would have treated me? If He is the doctor for the fit, perfectly holy and
sanctimonious person, then what about people like me who are sick, dying and
perishing and being lost every day? Where do we stand in this world?
Are all those holy people in the Church really holy?
Aren’t they covering up their dark deeds by their bright and holy faces and
sanctimoniously pious actions? Are they worse than I or I worse than them?
If I can’t find solace, peace and a haven from my
burdens in the Church, where would I find it?
credit: Benita
Sunday, October 6, 2013
Victory over fear
Did you know that fear is a gift from God? It helps us protect
ourselves and our loved ones when danger arises. The problem is that our
inner gift of fear can become too powerful and cause us to exaggerate
the external threats that have given rise to fear in the first place.
How many times has a fearful situation caused your mind to race
uncontrollably? When we exaggerate the actual cause of fear in our
minds, we risk losing our peace, compromising our sense of judgment,
and, in some extreme cases, even becoming sick.
In today’s first reading, we see St. Paul urging Timothy to overcome
his fears as he leads the Church at Ephesus. Can this be true? Is this
the same Timothy whom Paul sent to build the church at Ephesus in the
first place (1 Timothy 1:3)? Is this the Timothy whom Paul sent to
Thessalonica to strengthen the Church during a time of persecution? (1
Thessalonians 1:3)? Didn’t Paul say that no one was comparable to
Timothy (Philippians 2:20)? Whatever challenge Timothy was facing, it
must have been significant.
Most of us become fearful when a significant hardship comes our way.
That is a blessing. But we cannot allow these fears to control us.
Instead, let’s remind ourselves that God is with us, and he is for us.
Let’s believe that nothing stands against us (Romans 8:31). And let’s
never forget that we can do all things in Christ who gives us strength
(Philippians 4:13).
When we place our faith in Scripture passages like these, grace and
power are stirred up in us. So pray the prayer below each day to
overcome your timidity. Then, when you face some fearful situation, try
to keep it in the right perspective. Don’t let fear be your master!
“Lord, help me overcome my timidity. In your name, I command any
spirit of fear to go to the foot of the cross where you died, so that I
will not be controlled by it. Jesus, fill me with your spirit of power
and love and self-control (2 Timothy 1:7).”
taken from wau.org.
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