I’ve always thought Job a book of suffering, but today the Holy Spirit reveals something different. Something terrifying. The deceitfulness of pride. The devil is always gunning for it because he knows our deep affection for it.
I’m going way out on my theological limb this morning and say that—Jesus allowed my stubborn pride to nail His holy, all-powerful, omniscience to the cross. As scary as this image is in my fuzzy little head—I’ll need it to keep my heart in check.
There will be a thousand different ways today my pride will fight for position. I’ll hear someone speak and want to correct them. Someone will butt in front of me and I’ll judge them rude and selfish. I’ll be asked a question and think I have all the answers. My heart will argue to be lifted up, but my spirit will fight for my lowly state.
“The demon of pride was born with us; and it will not die one hour before us.” –Charles Spurgeon
“The fear of the LORD is to hate evil: pride and arrogancy, and the evil way, and the froward mouth, do I hate.” Proverbs 8:13