Pride is the sin most likely to keep you from crying out for a Savior.
It may even be lurking in the prayers we throw upward for our friends that are — subtly or not — tainted with exasperated irritation.
Again Edwards writes, “Christians who are but fellow-worms ought at least to treat one another with as much humility and gentleness as Christ treats them.” When pride lives in our hearts, we’re far more concerned with others’ perceptions of us than the reality of our hearts.
Edwards says, “For the humble Christian, the more the world is against him, the more silent and still he will be, unless it is in his prayer closet, and there he will not be still.” Humility approaches God with humble assurance in Christ Jesus.
If either the “humble” or the “assurance” are missing in that equation, our hearts very well might be infected with pride.
The comfortable moments when I pat myself on the back for how well I am doing are the moments that should alarm me the most.
I need to reach for the glasses of Christ-like humility, remembering that nothing good dwells in my flesh, and search my heart for secret pride and its symptoms.
When it comes to diagnosing our hearts, those of us who have the disease of pride have a challenging time identifying our sickness.
Pride infects our eyesight, causing us to view ourselves through a lens that colors and distorts reality.
Maybe it sounds like shameless boasting about ourselves.
Maybe it’s being unable to say “no” to anyone because we need to be needed.