Tuesday, August 7, 2012


For the Zoramites, the Rameuptom was all about indulging their pride. Yet everything was tidily packaged into something much more socially acceptable: worship. It is SO much easier to rationalize when couched in these terms. 

While teaching Sunday School recently, we spent a few minutes talking about the Rameumptom. Paul Riddle leaned over to Tate and indiscreetly pointed out that my Rameumptom was my new bike. It was pretty funny, and spot on. All I could say was Touche´.[1]

It's sobering to realize the degree to which we become experts in justifying the Rameumpti in our lives.  In this case, words like  fitness, performance, craftsmanship, passion all worked very well.[2] I guess there are some Zoramite tendencies (aka pride) in me that I need to still work on. Even more remarkable is my ability to instantly recognize the Rameumpti of others, even while perched atop one of my own that is so easily justifiable in my own mind. 

This is going to take some time . . . 

[1] In this case 3-4 times a week for at least and hour instead of a few moments on Sunday.
[2] I could go on at length about why I NEEDED the new French road bike with Italian components and tubular wheels.


  1. Man Reid! Do you have to make me work this hard?! Ouch. But thanks.

  2. "A man grows most tired while standing still"
    -- Chinese Proverb

  3. Sage insights my friend...but if your repentance process requires you to charitably divest yourself of the wretched Rameuptom pictured above, you know where you can send it.