Every evening at the end of the day, my dog is told
that he has been a good dog no matter what has happened during the day. He gets
stroked and patted and assured that he’s always a good dog. That’s how he knows
he has a home.
Alas
I don’t have the same conviction about myself. On the contrary, I’m sure I am
and have been a sinner, and my daily experience confirms this. A survey
recently wanted to know if I looked back on my life as a scene of happiness and
success. Not entirely. Most of my trips to the past reveal sometimes grim mistakes
and true catastrophes, enhanced by ignorance, arrogance, and greed.
And
there’s no one to tell me each day that I’ve been a good human all day long.
This realistic view of my condition doesn’t lead me to feel low and depressed,
though, because I have a hidden treasure. My errors comprise a lengthy list,
added to by my limitations. But I am a soul for whom Christ died, and so are
you, and so are all of us. You cannot be saved alone, but we live in honour
nonetheless.
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