I was a teenager in the late 40’s and early 50’s. One of the fads of that day was to wear metal taps on the heel and toe of your shoes. The object supposedly was to keep them from wear; that is, from running over. But I must admit in most cases it was pride that was running over! When walking (strutting) down the marble-like floors in the hallway of the school you would have thought Fred Astaire had arrived!
It’s possible to do something under the guise of one reason, while all the time having an ulterior motive. Personal agendas hide behind many a pseudo respectable life. It may have seemed like a modest request when James and John asked to sit on either side of Jesus in His kingdom. But who would have been the first to be seen by onlookers after gazing upon our Lord? The worst type of pride is the kind that keeps one from admitting their proud.
George MacDonald writes, “It must be remembered that a little conceit is no more to be endured than a great one, but must be swept utterly away.” It might be a wise thing for all of us to go to our broom closets right now?
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