The Road Less Trodden

I was going to type this on FB, but I restrained myself, in case I would be doing it in foolishness.
I'm dyslexic. If I do not see you once a week, I will forget your face. If I have never heard your name being said again and again, I would forget that too. I'm sorry, please forgive me, my friends.


"my sinful self, my only shame; my glory all - the cross!"

I sometimes marvel at the truths implied by what Scripture teaches. I should have been able to guess (perhaps I did know, but forgot), anyway this is Today's reminder. If my sinful self were my only shame, then all my other faults ought not be focused upon. Not that my other sins are any less sinful, but bemoaning them is avoiding the issue - the source of these problems. It would be almost self-righteous to attempt to deal with my faults without acknowledging that my own being is evil.

Therefore, I ought never to pride me upon myself (or any work I have done). To do so would only be like the world, which goes beyond honest mention whenever possible. Yet, my glory should be the cross. If only my deceitful heart could comprehend this: then my lips would declare my Saviour's name unceasingly. Why not? Unless I had other glories, I would have only His face to look to, and His love would reflect like light off my face. Nothing else would matter except where His glory is at stake. I must live that life.. but why is it so lonely?

I am not a monk, that I should want to hide away from the public. However, it is just so difficult to live in God's way when nobody else is by my side? Joseph could do it. I know I'm not really alone, but why can't I just let Jesus be my all in all?