One of the books that my wife got me for Christmas was “The Pursuit of God” by A.W. Tozer. I’m really liking it so far. Here is an excerpt from the second chapter titled “The Blessedness of Possessing Nothing”:
There is within the human heart a tough, fibrous root of fallen life whose nature is to possess, always to possess. It covets things with a deep and fierce passion. The pronouns my and mine look innocent enough in print, but their constant and universal use is significant. They express the real nature of the old Adamic man better than a thousand volumes of theology could do. They are verbal symptoms of our deep disease. The roots of our hearts have grown down into things, and we dare not pull up one rootlet lest we die. Things have become necessary to us, a development never originally intended. God’s gifts now take the place of God, and the whole course of nature is upset by the monstrous substitution.
So, not only is our selfish nature deeper than we ever imagined, but wanting things at all is a complete reversal of God’s original intention.
For some reason I get really excited when I read things that make me realize how crappy I am.