The previous post was me at a low, or at least I thought it was a low. After talking with a couple of monks I respect, they have suggested acknowledging my failings in humility is actually the first step on the path of humility. Even though it feels like layers of skin ripped off my body, I'm moved to say, "the wages of sin are death." Lack of humility brought about a kind of death in me, a death of ego, self-delusion, the showboat that is/was, me, and each one had to be ripped away so the healing power of grace could begin to work in me.
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