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Pride: Where Does It Come From?


This morning I reflecting on pride and its connection to rebellion.  

In fact, I think Pride is Rebellion.  

Is it selfishness and control?  The endless desire to think that our life is in our hands?  Thinking we are our all in all?

Pride is a thinking of ourselves more highly then we ought.  Being sinfully prideful is thinking we are, we do and we have because of ourselves. 

 The more full of pride we are, the more we rely on ourselves and the more deceived we become.   Pride becomes a powerful root overtaking every area of our lives.

Milt Green states, "If someone comes to God and does not repent and turn from pride, he is still walking in rebellion. He is really saying in his heart, “I will not give up pride because I love pride more than I love God.”  Pride is the root and symptom of countless other areas of sin. If a person has a root of pride, his motive will be to build an image for himself. As he builds a name for Jesus in the strength and works of the flesh, he will deceitfully take part of the glory which belongs to Jesus to fulfill his love for pride and reputation. He will show partiality and will exploit all his relationships in order to control others and advance his selfish ambition. He will flatter and deceive others in order to look good and receive the approval of man. 

Pride always wants to be the center of attention. Pride receives glory from men. Pride is always concerned with its own image. Pride always has to be right. Pride loves the approval of men more than the approval of God. Pride will welcome thoughts and suggestions from Satan to exploit and use people to build one’s own self-image."

I'm asking God to search me today and peel away the layers to show the root of pride wrapped around my heart and to help me turn away from pride.
 

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