The story is told about a Sunday school teacher of a class of small boys who was emphasizing the need of personally confessing our sins to God. As he closed the lesson, and wanting to see if he had put across his point to the boys, he asked, “Now, boys, how many of you have sins you would like to confess to God?” (W. Woodard Henry)
The boys sat as still as a mouse. Finally, one little fellow raised his hand and said, “Teacher, I don’t have any sins to confess for myself, but I know some people who do!”
It’s much easier to spot the sins of others than be able to detect our own sins. Why is that? The answer could boil down to one word: pride.
It’s said that pride hides one’s faults to one’s self, but magnifies them to everyone else. In other words, what you…
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