Few things in life reveal my depravity like attending children’s birthday parties. I’m not sure what it is about them that brings out the worst in me. The chaos makes me irritated. The misbehaving children make me prideful for the way I discipline my own. The lavish money spent on the party itself makes me simultaneously jealous that I don’t have that kind of money and proud of the fact that even if I did I wouldn’t spend that as much on my child.
These responses clearly show areas where I need to grow. Who knew that children’s birthday parties could be a means of sanctification?