Deeper

My sins seem so small when placed beside the really BIG sins of others.

I rationalize that Christians who don’t agree with me are all “compromisers.”

I routinely dismiss anyone who would dare to point out a “blind spot.”

I verbally rip apart the people who disagree with me.

I rehearse my virtues when I should be confessing my sin.

I take delight in checking off my religious “to do” list.

The standard I use to judge others is “me.”

Prayer is more about me and my perception than about God and His praise.

I assume my discipline and “preciseness” indicates true spirituality.

My memory is excellent when it comes to remembering my good works.

I glory more in appearance than in heart. 

Outward righteousness is more important than heart holiness.

I find it difficult to fellowship with those different from myself. 

I keep a list of your religious activities on the tip of my tongue.

I build up myrself and my group by tearing others down.

I despise people who do not hold my convictions.

My conscience is silent when I accuse and verbally abuse God’s people.

I excuse my arrogant behavior because I hold to “the correct position.”

I call my uncanny ability to catalog the faults of others “discernment.”

I feel my anger is justified because I am right and those I am angry with are wrong.

I cling to “emotional infallibility,” the belief that whatever I feel in my heart must be correct.

I feel the trail of broken relationships in my past is due to some fault in the other parties.

I am dominated by the fear of man.

I am insulted by the notion I may be a Pharisee.