If the Lord Jesus--in Person--was sitting across from me this morning, I'd be terrified. GOD. In person. Knowledge of everything I am. How would I behave? Would I attempt to "put on" an appearance of righteousness? Would I try hard to let no ugliness or sin be seen, as when a guest visits our home, or as we all too often do at church? Would I feel compelled to attempt to measure up to His perfection so He would be pleased with me? But this is the action of the Pharisee. What does the Lord desire of me? Open confession of my utter inability. Cease striving and attempting to gain His approval by my efforts--I cannot. He doesn't see as man sees; He sees clearly, fully, brightly, down to my very soul; my thoughts, words unspoken, intentions, motivations. All are laid bare before Him, in all their ugliness, sin, wickedness, deadness. I can't hide it, and to pretend I can or to attempt to is to deny His God-ship and is the height of hypocrisy. All I can do is fall