Thursday, September 16, 2010

my suitcase of sin

Sometimes I feel like as I climb the ladder of sanctification, I find a suitcase and it's filled with something. Pride, anger, resentment, all sorts of different things. I grab the suitcase with one hand, but I can no longer climb the ladder. I am hanging on the ladder with one hand and the suitcase with the other and I am stuck. I think Paul experienced this, because I echo his words "what a wretched man I am". You know what I'm saying? One day I'll figure out who to toss the suitcase.

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