It is good to be spiritually challenged.  To have everything about my approach to God put into question.  My humility smacked in the face, the core of my prayer life called arrogant.  Not a moment of rest for the weary for within that moment of rest, idleness creeps in whispering words of pride, seducing with thoughts of being a holy man.  My tongue is a wicked thing seeking to inflict venom upon those I care for.  It must be mastered.  Never for a moment relax the need to put myself into check.  Watch the pride, protect the soul from the self-consciousness, envy and ambition of the ego.  Today during mass, I found it beneficial to have a young lady denouncing me with her loud knowledgeable voice,  She sensed something about me that disturbed her, so she let me know through tone and inflection her seriousness of faith.  I appreciated her authenticity, humbled by her youthful effort to take her faith so intensely.  If only the Church possessed many more powerfully youthful souls.  In unification, we come together as one voice, individually opening our hearts, while harmonizing, blending, surrendering together, yet this young voice righteously rang out.  During the offering of peace, the extending of salutations, we met eyes, myself bowing before her intelligence.  She quieted her tone, touched by my submission, the sincere tilt of my head, the naturally blossoming smile.  Absorbing the Eucharist, I felt proper in the pleasure of an abrasive mind so close.  I felt proud God comprehended the need to place the young lady behind me.