If you’re a conscientious Christian, then you’ve done it. In fact, you might do it regularly, maybe even obsessively.
I helped that person, and I really wanted to help him, but I was also sort of hoping that someone from church might see me helping him and think I was a good Christian.
Oh, my heart, my heart, my sinful heart. My motives are always corrupt How can I possibly hope to ever be truly pleasing to God. . . . Continue reading