Friday ~ 13 December 2013

There is already a vast abundance of room for pity. It is easy to be overcome with self-pity, that sticky substance that ruins everything it touches. My list of excuses is a long list and even as I say it I know that under the closest scrutiny, they disappear, one by one.  There is pity in me - pity for others. But there is something in it that cannot be trusted; it is mixed with pride, arrogance, cunning. I see this only when I expose myself to the eyes of God in the quiet time. It is now that I see what my pity really is and the sources from which it springs.

( Howard Thurman, 1899 - 1981)