Pride is so natural to fallen man, that it springs up in his heart like weeds by a flowing brook.
Pride is a sin with a thousand lives! It is impossible to kill it; it flourishes on that which should be its poison, glorying in its shame. Pride can never be fully conquered. You may hunt down this fox, and think you have destroyed it, and behold, your very exultation is pride.
Pride is a sin with a thousand shapes! By perpetual change, it escapes capture. It seems impossible to grasp it; the vapory imp slips from you, only to appear in another form and mock your fruitless pursuit.
There was certainly pride in the sin of Satan, and pride in the sin of Adam. Pride is the torch which kindled Hell and set the world on fire.
Our hearts are deceitful above all things, and in nothing less to be trusted, than in this matter of pride. Even while we breathe out prayer unto God, pride will attempt to puff us up yes, it will puff up poor dying worms!
Brethren, we are always in danger of pride. Let us be on our guard, for it may be ruining us without our knowledge, just as the moth eats up the garment in secret, or as unseen rust cankers the hidden treasure.
Wherever God sees pride lifting itself up, He resolves to cast it into the dust. He draws His bow, He fits His arrow to the string, and pride is the target that He shoots at! Be sure that if the Lord sees pride in you, then He will smite you!
Pride is never so hateful to God, as when He sees it in His own people. If you see disease in a stranger, then you are sorry for him. But if you discover its symptoms in your own child, then your grief is much deeper. A viper is loathsome anywhere; but how it would startle you, if you saw the head of one of those creatures peeping out from the bosom of your beloved wife!
[Charles H. Spurgeon]
Proverbs 16:5 ... Every one that is proud in heart is an abomination to the Lord: though hand join in hand, he shall not be unpunished.
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