Following Jesus is impossible.  Fear of God is impossible.  Except when the Spirit of Jesus freshly convicts me of my sin.  And it doesn’t last long.  I get no credit/glory for any obedience, any humility, any patience with jerks, any unconditional love for my enemies.  All credit/glory to Jesus.

But the people around me give me credit, and I give myself credit, for having a cup that’s clean on the outside, for pseudo-obedience, pseudo-humility, pseudo-patience, and pseudo-love for others.  Pseudo-Christian life.  Pseudo-follower of Jesus.  Pseudo-fear of God.

The nicest, sweetest, kindest thing my ShepherdJesus ever does for me, is to freshly convict me of my sin of confidence/independence/pride.

–PsuedoDave, A.K.A. ShepherdDave, needing fresh conviction of the sin of confidence/independence/pride, so he’s momentarily DumbSheepDave, enjoying the bliss of Jesus-dependency/humility/cluelessness/childlikeness, so the pre-believers around him might experience Jesus

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