Many of you here this morning will remember Edward Sanford Martin’s poem, “My name is Legion.” Some of you may have memorized those poignant lines.

Within my earthly temple there’s a crown;
There’s one of us that’s humble; one that’s proud,
There’s one that’s broken-hearted for his sins,
There’s one that unrepentant sits and grins;
There’s one that loves his neighbor as himself
and one that cares for naught but fame and self
From much corroding care I should be free.
If I could once determine which is me.

Do you feel that way sometimes? Don’t we come all too frequently to those days when we are so befuddled arid immobilized by the perplexity of own human nature we wonder if we can even call ourselves a Christian? We’re so torn within. There’s so little of Christ’s peace and power in our …