At what point did I stop asking, "Is this right?" When did I replace it with, "Is this what I feel is good?" There should be no difference between good and right in actions, and yet, when my standard is my feelings, good could be anything. And so my morals disappear with my exasperation and my worry. Both of which are based in my pride.
I think, though, that there is some small difference between doing good and doing right. I can do good to another by offering them a social gospel. I can feed the poor. I can make my friends feel better. But unless I am offering Christ, I am not doing right. And really, my good is no good.
Recently, I've been forgetting that God is in all things, that the Spirit is always ready to lead. Instead, I do what I want because it's not wrong in and of itself. But then again, eating a fruit isn't wrong in and of itself. But God wasn't directing Adam and Eve toward the forbidden fruit. And He's not directing me to my selfish desires. I really want to be observing and caring and seeking and sacrificing, but I forget that my deepest desires have nothing to do with me at all.
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