In my last two years in high school, my face was pocked with pimples, I stammered when I spoke; if I made a mistake, I blushed furiously, and when nervous, as I was in the company of girls, I perspired freely.
Our need for worth is so powerful that whatever we base our identity and value on we essentially 'deify. ' We will look to it with all the passion and intensity of worship and devotion, even if we think ourselves as highly irreligious.