Showing posts with label ego. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ego. Show all posts

Thursday, April 23, 2009

A Little Help

We all need a little help. Just a little, not a lot. If we ask for a lot of help, we may seem needy or weak. Such vulnerability is just unacceptable to my ego. So, I rather just splash around helplessly in the sea of life. OR, I can see how the Gospel calls us to be vulnerable, to engage other people, to invest in others, and to have others invest in us. On Monday, at the entrepreneurs fellowship group meeting, we discussed mentors and advisors, and how we can be one or need one. If you are "alone" or have not considered finding someone to assist, even temporarily, through this wonderful journey God has put you on, do actively consider this in prayer and talk to others.

Mark 4:38-39 Jesus was in the stern, sleeping on a cushion. The disciples woke him and said to him, "Teacher, don't you care if we drown?" He got up, rebuked the wind and said to the waves, "Quiet! Be still!" Then the wind died down and it was completely calm.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Full of Yourself

There is a saying, "It's hard to be humble when you know how great you are." How can any of us living in a big city not grapple with the spirit of narcissism? Madison Avenue (advertising) tells us we ought to feel this way and operate this way. It is part of the marketplace make-up. When you meet someone new or someone you know casually, 'it's all good'. When is the last time you tried to impress someone with being dour, somber, or vulnerable? Great first and last date right? Who in the marketplace will buy anything from a salesperson who does not exude confidence and ego? Who wants to be with people who aren't "happy" and "better" than them? What is the right perspective then? How shall we be different as believers and live our lives according to the Gospel in this fast paced, highly caffeinated broken world? How about acting less like a sophisticated urban yuppie and more like a tax collector.

Luke 18:13"But when the tax collector stood at a distance. He would not even look up to heaven, but beat his breast and said, 'God, have mercy on me, a sinner.'