I stepped off one day a couple of months ago and looked at the read-out. It informed me that I had “walked” three and a half miles in 30 minutes.
“Wow,” I thought. “Not bad.” And then I thought to myself, “Wait a minute.” Thirty years ago I only managed five miles in 48 minutes JOGGING. That’s over nine minutes a mile. And thirty years later I am supposed to believe I beat that rate WALKING?
“Hmppph,” I muttered with my new perspective, “If that’s true, I’m a Martian.”
Looking at myself through the eyes of cold clear logic, I cut the read-out figures almost in half. Maybe I managed two miles—maybe. I don’t have much faith in that read-out now.
But—can I be just as clear-headed when I examine my heart? Can I see with cool logic that my words and thoughts give me away? For out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks, Matt 12:34. Can I see the flaws, the weak spots, the chinks in my armor?
Believing the best about myself may seem “healthy. “ It may feel good. It may give me a boost, and surely it’s more important to be encouraged than depressed, isn’t it? Spiritual buoyancy is not the way to Heaven. In fact, it will lead you the other direction quickly.
I need to see clearly. Deluding myself about my faults won’t fix my soul any more than walking two miles will burn the same calories as walking three and a half. And one is a whole lot more important than the other.
Let no one deceive himself. If anyone among you thinks that he is wise in this age, let him become a fool that he may become wise, 1Cor 3:18