The labor of self-love is a heavy one indeed. Think for yourself whether much of your sorrow has not arisen from someone speaking slightingly of you. As long as you set yourself up as a little god to which you must be loyal there will be those who will delight to offer affront to your idol. How then can you hope to have inward peace? The heart's fierce effort to protect itself from every slight, to shield its touchy honor from the bad opinion of friend and enemy, will never let the mind have rest....There is hardly a man or woman who dares to be just what he or she is without doctoring up the impression. The fear of being found out gnaws like rodents within their hearts. The man of culture is haunted by the fear that he will some day come upon a man more cultured than himself. The learned man fears to meet a man more learned than he. The rich man sweats under the fear that his clothes or his car or his house will sometime be made to look cheap by comparison with those of another rich man.-AW Tozer
This has been running through my head since I read it a month ago. It's very ecclesiastical. Like a mantra returning again to calm the damaged ego.
Since the new year began I've been listening through all the albums I picked up in 2010. Reviewing them and often gaining a first appreciation. For some reason it seems to be a year of music that's taken a long time to endear itself to me.
