“Forgive me, Father, for I have judged, and in so doing, forgotten that only by Your gifts and generosity do I have anything of worth at all!”
The foolishness of sin makes me righteous in my own eyes. When I tell my stories, I become more the hero than I ever was. I look wiser in my narratives than I could have been.
Often it isn’t sin that keeps us from coming to God. No, it’s our righteousness that keeps us from Him. Sadly we don’t come to him because we don’t think we need the grace that can only be found in Him. I don’t seek the rescue of that grace because I am right in my own eyes!
David said, “The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise” (Psalm 51:17).
The word for “contrite” is very interesting. It’s translated “crushed,” like you would crush a grape. God cannot FIX if first not BROKEN; so if we feel we are “good to go,” we’re more broken than we realize.