I hate it when I read things that convict me…
Donald Miller writes in his book Blue Like Jazz….
Living in community made me realize one of my faults: I was addicted to myself. All I thought about was myself. The only thing I really cared about was myself. I had very little concept of love, altruism or sacrifice. I discovered that my mind is like a radio that picks up only one station, the one that plays me: K-DON, all Don, all the time?.My personal bubble was huge. I couldn?t have conversations that lasted more than 10 minutes
?The most difficult lie I have ever contended with is this: Life is a story about me?.No rut in the mind is so deep as the one that says I am the world, the world belongs to me, all people are characters in my play. There is no addiction so powerful as self-addiction.
I have done way too much reflection on this thought in the past few weeks. I read this about two weeks ago, written about 3 pages of personal thoughts on it (that I probably won’t share with you because it would be just way too long and boring), and am both deeply annoyed about how this is way too true for me AND excited about starting to learn what it means to begin thinking of others as more important than myself. (every time I read Phil. 2 I get get amazingly convicted…Now I see why!)
The most difficult lie I have ever contended with is this: Life is a story about me.
Welcome to my world.
btw: i read this book in two days. all this says is that its an easy read that’s REALLY good…his writing style is so engaging.