Seventh Day of Advent

Here I am, peering  out on the world over my eye sockets, like someone hiding in a letterbox. 

How aware am I of the position I find myself?  My self righteous attitudes.
I'm not perfect, but probably I'm better placed than others around me.

Today I am convicted that this is not true.  My position becomes insecure. 
I look for a rock on which to stand.