Who Pissed in Your Cornflakes?!
Romans 12:14-16
14 Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse. 15 Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn. 16 Live in harmony with one another. Do not be proud, but be willing to associate with people of low position.[a] Do not be conceited.
This whole section is about pride. Every word. Some of it is obvious. Bless those who persecute you(don't let your pride expect payback). Do not be proud. Don't be conceited. But even Rejoice with those who rejoice is about Pride. When I think about the word pride, I think about people who think very highly of themselves. But I just wanna let you know that there is another side of pride. The side that wants others to be as miserable as you. The side that hears of someone's blessing and thinks..."PSH, Why do THEY get this?!" or "Well that sure must be NICE. Wish God cared about ME that way!!"
Its all pride people. And the normal kind of pride, thinking your better than everyone, people get tired of that, and eventually leave. But the inability to rejoice with those who rejoice makes people RUN. For whatever reason you might give, jealousy, sadness, need for attention, loneliness, When we squawk in the face of peoples joy, we piss in their cornflakes. We grab their food and contaminate their nourishment.
I've done this most of my life, seriously. And I would like to make one big public apology to everyone I know who ever told me something great and either got a half-hearted "Oh thats great" or a big fat "Well THATS great!" Or any other dramatic selfish unGodly reaction I may have chosen to give you.
I just had a swirl of much needed happy things flood into my life that I needed very much and when I told a friend about them, she was really happy for me, and it made my happiness even happier. And I immediately saw the treachery of my very opposite reactions to her just days before. I'm pretty crushed that I have been like this for so long. And with Gods gentle reminders, I intend to get it fixed.
Don't be a pisser, friends. Don't be a pisser.
14 Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse. 15 Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn. 16 Live in harmony with one another. Do not be proud, but be willing to associate with people of low position.[a] Do not be conceited.
This whole section is about pride. Every word. Some of it is obvious. Bless those who persecute you(don't let your pride expect payback). Do not be proud. Don't be conceited. But even Rejoice with those who rejoice is about Pride. When I think about the word pride, I think about people who think very highly of themselves. But I just wanna let you know that there is another side of pride. The side that wants others to be as miserable as you. The side that hears of someone's blessing and thinks..."PSH, Why do THEY get this?!" or "Well that sure must be NICE. Wish God cared about ME that way!!"
Its all pride people. And the normal kind of pride, thinking your better than everyone, people get tired of that, and eventually leave. But the inability to rejoice with those who rejoice makes people RUN. For whatever reason you might give, jealousy, sadness, need for attention, loneliness, When we squawk in the face of peoples joy, we piss in their cornflakes. We grab their food and contaminate their nourishment.
I've done this most of my life, seriously. And I would like to make one big public apology to everyone I know who ever told me something great and either got a half-hearted "Oh thats great" or a big fat "Well THATS great!" Or any other dramatic selfish unGodly reaction I may have chosen to give you.
I just had a swirl of much needed happy things flood into my life that I needed very much and when I told a friend about them, she was really happy for me, and it made my happiness even happier. And I immediately saw the treachery of my very opposite reactions to her just days before. I'm pretty crushed that I have been like this for so long. And with Gods gentle reminders, I intend to get it fixed.
Don't be a pisser, friends. Don't be a pisser.
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