I was at Wal-Mart, serving you, buying the little electronic game that so entertained you last night. (BTW: How do you pronounce “corps” Danielle?) My allergies were killing me and my wits were numb; hey, that’s as good of an excuse as I can conjure up. You know how the Taurus only unlocks from the passenger side; so I took the laborious venture to the other side of the car, exhausted I flung the door open to place your goodies in the passenger seat and rammed the door into my forehead.
Unfortunately the stupidity didn’t start there. Immediately I thought, “Well, at least it makes me look tough, like I got into a fight.” “I can walk around with a smirk on my face that make others think the other guy must be even more messed up.” Only my prideful depravity could take my stupidity and human fragility and turn it into a reason for boasting.
Again, unfortunately this is not the end or ultimate demonstration of my depravity. No, that is more clearly seen when I try to make the cross an echo of my worth. I like to think God really got a bargain when he ransomed me. I’m special like that, what would he do without me? Foolishness. The cross of Christ shows me the depths of my sin and I want to twist it such that it glorifies me? I would gladly suffer from intense klutziness than this kind of stupidity.
I am an ungrateful, prideful, arrogant, selfish sinner. God grant me eyes to see the depths of my sin so that I might better know and be constrained by the fathoms of your glorious grace and mercy.