I don’t know if it was David Rhodes, the CBS executive, or David Rhodes, the rock guitarist, or David Rhodes, the prolific author, who said or wrote it, but one of them did: “Pride is the dandelion of the soul. Its root goes deep; only a little left behind sprouts again. Its seeds lodge in the tiniest encouraging cracks. And it flourishes in good soil: The danger of pride is that it feeds on goodness.”
People everywhere struggle with pride; just not us, right? At least not me, I’m proud to say. Hmm.
Ben Franklin penned these convicting words in his autobiography: “There is perhaps no one of our natural passions so hard to subdue as pride. Beat it down, stifle it, mortify it as much as one pleases, it is still alive. Even if I could conceive that I had completely overcome it, I should probably be proud of my humility.”
Dr. Franklin nailed it. Pride stealthily slips into our hearts, only to later surface in our arrogant actions. Someone once astutely observed that “Pride is the only disease that makes everyone else sick, but the one has it.”
Why not join us this Sunday as we probe this all-too-common problem in our next sermon from Jesus’ Parables, “The Parable of the Proud Pharisee?”
