Why do we fear the appearance of fear more than the object of fear itself? Why is fear a sin that is so hard for us to admit? And what do we think we are gaining by keeping it under wraps? It is at times like these that I think image and self-promotion trumps sin-expression that we would normally allow as perfectly okay.
Pride seems to bring a limit to many sins. It seems to have this thing about being the king of all sins; of making sure we may be worshiped even while we are engaged in worshiping other things. But, isn’t this what all sin is about: misplaced worship? Rather than put forth the servanthood that is necessary for our position, we pretend that God has limits and we are justified in living without them.