One very difficult aspect of sin is that my sin never feels like sin to me. My sin feels like life to me, plain and simple. My heart is an idol factory, and my mind is an excuse-making factory.
Possibly the most debilitating deception of all is to create a god of my own making, fool myself into believing that this limp god of mine is the true God, and then construct the entirety of my life on this flamboyantly fictional character. Possibly the most devastating realization of all is when the real God shows up, and in the showing up all of this come crashing down.
Admirations are never paid in any way, try to make yourself of what you admire, and it will pay you with originality.
There is no avoiding the fact that we live at the mercy of our ideas This is never more true than with our ideas about God.
Why all this deference to Alfred, and Scanderbeg, and Gustavus? Suppose they were virtuous; did they wear out virtue?
If you hold on to what you want so tightly, it almost becomes an idol.