I spoke at a summer camp several years ago. Afterward, a number of students told me I was their “favorite speaker.” It felt good to hear them talk about how funny and convicting my messages were. I loved it. I got back to my room and thanked God for helping me speak so well. About three minutes into my prayer, I stopped. It hit me that the students were talking about me, not God. I was standing before a holy God and robbing Him of the glory that was rightfully His. That’s a terrifying position to find yourself in.
