The Plank in My Eye

Our team went to see a big memorial dedicated to Mary, Christ's mother which overlooks the city. Though the actual cathedral was closed, Matt had been in it before. He described how it is filled with statues of Mary. But, in the corner, there is a small ten inch statue of Jesus. His heart ached for the people worshiping there; They are close to the truth but somehow get distracted.
Shoot.
Me, too.
I get distracted by my own heartaches. My own thoughts. My own worries. My own selfish ambition, pride and plans. I don't need statues to worship. I'm perfectly capable of worshiping me.