Looking upon the crucufied Christ and images from His agony and passion makes me feel profoundly worthless and fills me with shame. How can He love us so much to endure such torments? I can tolerate so few and am disgusted by the most minor irratations from others. The effort to love those that drive my insane is so great at times that I am awed at God’s love for even the most wretched sinners, of whom I am the first. It would be frivoulous of me to compare my struggles to love my enemies with Christ’s suffering on Calvary. Funny, how the nearer one draws to Christ the more little and worthless they think of themselves.