Reading Francis

So I prayed to be protected from spiritual pride, from caring more about how many likes or kind words I got for my post than whether it was faithful. Then I wrote a super-challenging interpretation of Matthew 25 about the tension between imperfect and perfect loves, whether we think of love as a finite resource like a paycheck or like a compounding resource like a muscle. And Facebook deleted it; the app crash just before I hit “post” and unlike previous crashes it never came back. So, prayers answered. God alone saw it, and that should really be enough, anyway. (You would have argued with it, anyway.)