The Worst and the Best

Sometimes it is necessary to show us just how terrible we can truly be when left to our own tendencies. The times when we took the easy way out and joined the crowd, rather than risking our ego and siding with those who are lonely. The moments when we gave rise to our forked tongues just to be admired, when we might have said a kind word or two and risked being labeled an outsider. We might have even remained silent, but we joined in and piled on, and we felt like we belonged- for a while. There is seldom excuses for such things, and I have none to give (and I suspect that He would accept none of our flimsy excuses anyway). I only know that it is in these moments- these shameful, prideful, inexcusable moments- that I am suddenly aware of how intently I need Him, and how little of His forgiveness I could ever begin to earn. If our own sense of duty doesn't bring us to our knees, then seeing what we are without Him in our worst moments surely will.