Perhaps my bad temper or my jealousy are gradually getting worse - so gradually that the increase in seventy years will not be very noticeable. But it might be absolute hell in a million years: in fact, if Christianity is true, Hell is the precisely correct technical term for what it would be.
- C. S. Lewis
This post reminds me of the philosophy that our character is always getting worse or always getting better, never standing still. It makes the idea of a bad temper, or the inability to forgive, a much scarier thing if you think of it in terms of something that can become worse, become stronger and more damaging with time. This idea is a part of what motivates me to give my heart up for renovation, for re-creation to God. If there is an ugliness in there (there are probably more than I want to imagine) that He can clean out, and kill before it grows large enough to kill me, I want Him to take it away. My trouble is, the things that will kill me, once I'm able to recognize them, happen to be things that I have the most trouble letting go of.
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