I’ve seen diff kinds of faith: Loud, boastful kind celebrating itself on FB, the quiet, smug kind that always has to be right. We see in recovery. When People get some clean time, they have a presumption they are better than other people. I’ve seen faith that sings the songs, says the prayers, shows up on Sunday, and thinks: “I get it. Others don’t.” The kind that sounds like faith… until the trials come, the fruit doesn’t show, and the roots are exposed. How can you tell if what you call faith is actually really just spiritual pride in disguise? Because spiritual pride can mimic faith. It can look alive, sound sincere, and even seem obedient, for a while. But when testing comes, it withers. And what’s left isn’t really faith at all… it’s just dry, religious bark with no fruit. The scariest kind of pride is the kind that hides behind devotion, the kind that never really produced any fruit at all. Today, we’re going to look it in the face. The only thing that saves us from that kind of faith, is understanding mercy. ​