I had an eye-opening and very humbling experience this weekend. I judged quickly (and therefore, misjudged) a brother in the Lord, and I realized that this type of analysis and conclusion is a habit of mine--the way I think almost all the time. I felt condemned, myself, until I realized that I had judged myself to the same conclusion of condemnation. But I have found freedom in the truth: Heaven cannot be under obligation to my righteousness; Christ died in order to justify the ungodly, not those who are righteous (for there are none), and I am in good standing.

Comfort vs. Truth

I spend too much time in my prayer life seeking comfort--praying for things that I think will make me feel better and calling those things, "good." However, the true Believer prays: "Not my will, but Thine be done." And that prayer typically starts with some version of: "Take this cup from me." I infer that more often than not, "good" is uncomfortable and praying for Truth, not comfort, is what truly sets us free to receive righteousness, peace and joy.