Last Sunday evening, after doing a particularly good job at botching a sermon during a guest-speaking request, several people came to me complimenting me on the lesson. It reminded me that I’m not supposed to believe my own press. As Paul said it in Romans, “For through the grace given to me I say to everyone among you not to think more highly of himself than he ought to think; but to think so as to have sound judgment, as God has allotted to each a measure of faith,” (Romans 12:2 NASU). It was the best thing that could have happened to me in retrospect. My head was filled with compliments just the day before at my mother’s funeral. My head was too big. God always knows what I need.