Lately, that phrase has been echoing in the back of my mind.
“Narcissistic America…”
And sometimes, it varies and I think, “Narcissistic me…”
And I go back and forth between the two and ponder their significance. I really don’t want to be part of what has become increasingly apparent to me each year I get older, which is...
Unlike many students at my school, when I give a devotion, my tendency is to complain whereas most others are “singing praises” or reciting some verse that God supposedly “revealed” to them over the weekend.
For me personally, it’s nearly impossible to be moved or inspired by what feels like the same devotion over and over...
