Today I was reminded just how much I am enslaved to my own passions and misconceptions. I have a problem taking criticism, in any form. But usually if the delivery of it is done in a tactful, caring way I can see it for what it is, namely the heartfelt advice of a person who cares for me and wishes to share the benefit of thier wisdom/knowledge.

Unforunately if the critic is unschooled in the ways of tact, I tend to blow up and react badly, seeing it as the ramblings of a know-it-all little **** who uses the oppurtunity to toot thier own horn. Sometimes scenario one and two are both correct, but not that often.

Today in the midst of the Divine Liturgy, during the homily my priest Fr. David unintentionally smacked me down. It seem to be happening a lot. Disturbing. I really do need help being a better, loving person. Who would have thunk it?