Last night we watched 300.
“Spartans, prepare for glory,” are some of the last words of the almost larger than life Leonidas.
For Spartans the goals are easy and society is defined–destroy the enemy or die trying. For me, I sometimes sit wondering what my purpose in life is. I want to make a difference, but I don’t want to sound trivial. I want to feel so many different things in life, but I don’t want to be a glutton for feelings.
“Yesterday,” I tell Wes. “You know what pastor said in his sermon?”
“What?” he asks.
“He said that pharisees were so worried about everyone being a sinner at the party that they missed the bigger picture.”
I chuckled for a moment.
“What’s so funny?” asked Wes.
“Doesn’t pastor realize that he is a pharisee by his own admission. He is always so worried that we understand the ‘gospel message’ and that we say all the right things.”
But on the inside I am scared because I know that I have not always taken the plank out of my own eye.
“How do we keep from being pharisees?”
“I don’t know,” Wes answered. “I just don’t know.”