So Prodigal Pig what has been on your mind lately? “Well I am so frustrated people are just bothering me left and write. I go to work and they just are always bothering me about this and that and take no notice of all I have to offer. I talk to friends and they go on and on about themselves but fail to understand that I have all the answers for them.” ” Why can’t people just listen and follow me” “Also I pray to God to help these people all the time but he just doesn’t do anything about them.” “Come on God I could use some help here with all these people! ” They would be the best Christians in the world if they just did what I do on a daily basis.” ” God make them listen, can’t you see how they need me.”
Oh Prodigal Pig how these thoughts are mine so often and how my actions have been based on these thoughts. I found a little poem. Prodigal I would love to say I wrote it but I do not know the author. Lets just say it is a little message from God to you. Read the lines, could the first sentence, the fifth sentence ring true to who you are or maybe that last sentence is really you Prodigal.
My name is Pride.
I am a cheater. I cheat you of your God-given destiny…because you demand your own way.
I cheat you of contentment…because you “deserve better than this.”
I cheat you of knowledge…because you already know it all.
I cheat you of healing…because you’re too full of me to forgive.
I cheat you of holiness…because you refuse to admit when you’re wrong.
I cheat you of vision…because you would rather look in the mirror than out a window.
I cheat you of genuine friendship…because nobody is going to know the real you.
I cheat you of love…because real romance demands sacrifice.
I cheat you of greatness in heaven…because you refuse to wash another’s feet on earth.
I cheat you of God’s glory…because I convince you to seek your own.
My name is Pride. I am a cheater. You like me because you think I’m always looking out for you. Untrue. I’m looking to make a fool of you. God has so much for you, I admit, but don’t worry… If you stick with me You’ll never know.
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