Arrogance? Not here

5Therefore (F)do not go on passing judgment before [a]the time, but wait (G)until the Lord comes who will both (H)bring to light the things hidden in the darkness and disclose the motives of men's hearts; and then each man's (I)praise will come to him from God.

6Now these things, brethren, I have figuratively applied to myself and Apollos for your sakes, so that in us you may learn not to exceed (J)what is written, so that no one of you will (K)become arrogant (L)in behalf of one against the other.

How do we fight arrogance? It is as simple as this verse. We wait till the Lord comes. We must also believe that he is coming soon. to think, that day by day we are proven wrong, but still to wait in anticipation.

It is cliche to say "live each day as it was your last". Movies have squeezed these idea into comedy, drama, action, and romance. It has been played over and over again. Is it really possible for people that consider themselves responsible to actually be allowed to live like that? And if not, is it possible for the great administrators and long term investors to be partially-carefree? To say what we mean, and mean what we say?

Is this the reign of fear we feel day to day? As it was said in "V for Vendetta", "i see people in fear everywhere they go, but it should not be so! " And when the calm maiden askes to be free of fear, it takes losing all things, hair, freedom, comfort and joy to realize what it means to be free of fear.

"It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses and apologized to no one. I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch, but one. An inch. It is small and it is fragile and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must NEVER let them take it from us."

And so i digress talking about how we should live in the shortness of life. I do believe that I can live without regrets, seeking to fight the fear that dwells in me. Fear that I may not die alone, but live alone, that I shall be a small dingy in peaceful shores, with no fellows to race with, or to talk about rudders and fishing with. Fear that I may fall down and have no hands offered to pick me back up.

If you do not feel this fear every moment of the day, you are sick with a deep disease, it is called sin. Perhaps the heinous of all sins, the oblivion to the obvious, a death to the mirror. See the monster behind hte mask, the inner decay of a beautiful tree.