My dear Idol
I've been laboring this post for a long, long time. It took me forever to define my English voice. To me it sounds like a 15-year old boy: high-pitched, broken with notes of adulthood, but yet so immature. Hiding behind he pile of numerous excuses, I made a decision not to bring so many writings to life. I simply thought I am not enough. I am less than ----- (fill in the blank with a name). In fact, it is so tempting to think about yourself in that manner. So "humbling". So PERFECT. It is a perfect platform for pride, or for jealousy. I will shrink my self-image and I will magnify others. Sounds almost John-the-Babtist-ish ( " He must become greater; I must become less" John 3.30), but this is not the case. The case is that... Somewhere inside of us has been created a need for a person to adore, to follow, to be infatuated with... It smells like a tendency in modern Christianity to have THE ONE. The one who... speaks
