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The myth of self-rescue. Everyman fancies himself a bootstrap man, one who invariably pulls himself up by his own proverbial boot straps. At one time or another we all pretend the part of Donne’s “island” and Descartes’ thoughtful “ergo sum”. To be respected, thought well of, even fashionably humanitarian seems the renaissance of postmodern man. Albeit with one hidden caveat, a lie. I can rescue myself from my worst enemy: me. Let it not be said of us, friends, that we are who we are by our own doing, merits or greatness, but by the grace of God alone.

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