Sometimes, when I get a chance to actually get over myself, I find myself thinking... "It's insane and appalling how much hate I have in my heart." And then, I can just barely begin to comprehend how much more infinitely insane it is that Christ showed mercy and died for that hate (and the rest of my deplorable soul) so that I could live and come to know salvation; so that I could be an heir of GOD and a fellow heir with the Son of God...

Complete madness. Complete gospel.