Sermon Tone Analysis

Few have the steadiness of head and hand to carry a full cup, especially if it has been suddenly filled.

The gifts of fortune are most dangerous when they are given suddenly and unexpectedly.

The Bible is full of warning to those who have been exalted to prosperity, lest they should be lifted up with pride and forget to whom they owe their wealth

Now let's ponder the need for a list of the more glaring personality defects all of us have in varying degrees.

To those having religious training, such a list would set forth serious violations of moral principles.

Some others will think of this list as defects of character.

Still others will call it an index of maladjustment's.

Some will become quite annoyed if there is talk about immorality, let alone sin.

But all who are in the least reasonable will agree upon one point: that there is plenty wrong with us alcoholics about which plenty will have to be done if we are to expect sobriety, progress, and any real ability to cope with life.

To avoid falling into confusion over the names these defects should be called, let's take a universally recognized list of major human failings—the Seven Deadly Sins of pride, greed, lust, anger, gluttony, envy, and sloth.

It is not by accident that pride heads the procession.

For pride, lead[1]ing to self-justification, and always spurred by conscious or unconscious fears, is the basic breeder of most human difficulties, the chief block to true progress.

Pride lures us into making demands upon ourselves or upon others which cannot be met without perverting or misusing our God-given instincts.

When the satisfaction of our instincts for sex, security, and society becomes the sole object of our lives, then pride steps in to justify our excesses.

All these failings generate fear, a soul-sickness in its own right.

Then fear, in turn, generates more character defects.

Unreasonable fear that our instincts will not be satisfied drives us to covet the possessions of others, to lust for sex and power, to become angry when our instinctive demands are threatened, to be envious when the ambitions of others seem to be realized while ours are not.

We eat, drink, and grab for more of everything than we need, fearing we shall never have enough.

And with genuine alarm at the prospect of work, we stay lazy.

We loaf and procrastinate, or at best work grudgingly and under half steam.

These fears are the termites that ceaselessly devour the foundations of whatever sort of life we try to build[1]