Walking down a Little Path by Pastor Ed Young

Every Sunday afternoon, I am toast.  I don’t recover from the weekends until about Tuesday.  One of the ways that I have found to replenish myself is to do something I like to do on Sunday afternoons, sometimes by myself.  I just grab my fly rod and go our in the yard and practice fly casting for about an hour.  You would be amazed at how much that helps me.  What is it for you?  Is it playing golf?  Is it talking to a friend?  Is it shopping?  Kidding, just kidding.

He lost his perspective.  He isolated himself from others.  He neglected the warning signs.  Also, look again at verse 4.  He began to sink into the sands of self-pity.  Self-pity will put a hurt on you.  Self-pity sounds kind of benign but it is bad stuff.  Self-pity will damage you.  Here is what it says in verse 4.  “Take my life.  I am no better than my ancestors.”  I want to ask Elijah who is keeping score.  Who is playing the comparison game?  Self-pity is dangerous, dangerous stuff.

A couple of summers ago a couple of friends of mine from this church took me down to the jungles of the Yucatan peninsula.  One morning we were walking down a little path following some Mayan guides.  They were just tiptoeing through the jungle like it was nothing.  A friend of mine who is probably in this service hit some quicksand.  I am talking about some legitimate quicksand.  Whooom.  He began to sink.  Well, amazingly, another friend of mine who also goes to this church just stood there and watched him.  He wasn’t about to get near that quicksand.  Luckily, my friend in the quicksand grabbed a mangrove root and pulled himself to safety.

My friend who witnessed this returned back to our campsite and flew back to Dallas the very next day.  But, self-pity is a lot like quicksand.

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