Pride Smells Bad

Pride showed itself to me in the adoration chapel this morning. As I knelt their I smelt a repulsive smell coming from an older gentlemen that smelt like musty urine. "How awful," I thought, "That he comes here like that. Does he even know he smells bad," I wondered. 

Then it hit me that my soul stinks like that or even much worse. Jesus still wants me there and loves me. He still embraces me. Before I go thinking ill of people because of how they smell I need to look at myself in the mirror and realize God loves us in our imperfections. He won't wait till we are worthy to draw us to himself. The perfection He seeks is a completely humble heart. Perhaps today can be a step for me.