for no one desires to comment his own dunghill

I was going to make a post today with the intent of tooting my own horn in the name of spiritual growth, but, thankfully, my pride tripped me up before I could get there. Instead, I simply want to post the quote that serves as my title and a response to that title from the book of Puritan prayers called, The Valley of Vision. It serves as a smack in my own face, and demonstrates the selfishly unwanted and scary truth of what it means to be at the foot of the cross. So, in light to my love of a dunghill:

"Thou blessed Spirit, author of all grace and comfort,

Come, work repentance in my soul; represent sin to me in its odious colours that I may hate it; Melt my heart by the majesty and mercy of God;

Show me my ruined self and the help there is in him;

Teach me to behold my Creator, his ability to save, his arms outstretched, his heart big for me.

May I confide in his power and love, commit my soul to him without reserve, bear his image, observe his laws, pursue his service, and be through time and eternity a monument to the efficacy of his grace, a trophy of his victory.

Make me willing to be saved in his way, perceiving nothing in myself, but all in Jesus:

Help me not only to receive him but to walk in him, depend on him, commune with him, be conformed to him, follow him, imperfect, but still pressing forward, not complaining of labour, but valuing rest, not murmuring under trials, but thankful for my state.

Give me that faith which is the means of salvation, and the principle and medium of all godliness;

May I be saved by grace through faith, live by faith, feel the joy of faith, do the work of faith.

Perceiving nothing in myself, may I find in Christ wisdom, righteousness, sanctification, redemption."