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 Thursday, March 2

Makes me feel like I have to be perfect and no one is

Floundered over the high ideals of Sermon on the Mount. No matter how hard I tried, I could not find an easy way around or through it. Like a low-grade case of depression, my cognitive dissonance over Jesus' words kept me in a state of spiritual restlessness. If the Sermon on the Mount sets forth God's standard of holiness, I concluded, then I may as well resign from the start. The Sermon did not help me improve, it simply revealed all the ways I had not.

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