DISCLAIMER:
This is Nathan Psychology. What you read is my discipline of edification to sanctification. What I write is from my perspective as I learn more and more each day with you.

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I was dressed to the nines looking like I owned the place. People were seated around tables talking life, eating and drinking; the bride and groom just finished their dance and it was time to give my speech; I was handed the microphone, got up from my seat and…

For some odd reason my former best friend chose me to be his best man, and I should’ve listened to my wife in preparing something for the best man speech. The consequence of pride is the fall, and when you haven’t hit the ground hard enough to realize the wisdom to the 5 “P’s”: Prior Planning Prevents Poor Performance. You’re liable to make another mistake of pride in a way you won’t forget, or,… your wife won’t let live down. So there I was with a microphone in hand and… nothing. Shock! Is probably a better word. But everything from disoriented speech to cringing embarrassment at the confused claps of the audience, ‘clap here clap there’, until finally they decided to make me feel better by booing me into a dark corner as my wife joined in on the action by hitting me in the face with wedding cake. The scars are no joke, and I still have nightmares. It’s no wonder he’s my “former” best friend.

For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh and the lust of the eyes and the boastful pride of life, is not from the Father, but is from the world.

1 John 2:16

Okay, he’s still my best friend and even helped me recover from my failed best man speech by his unique style of dancing—if we should call it that. I mean… the guy stands at about 6′ 4″, and if standing is the new dancing. Shoot, he danced like no ones business. He raised the bar of wedding dancing to a whole new level, I’m talkin 6′ 4″ level baby! Anyway, the occasion provided this opportunity to describe the nature of pride and how it can destroy the soul if I—or quite possibly, you—let it. No I wasn’t actually booed or curled up in a dark corner, but my wife did remind me of her wisdom… thanks, I guess. No, but seriously, I really should’ve listened! She wasn’t just right, but dead on.

The war against lust and pride are at the core of my soul to experience and overcome.