I was having a conversation with my grandfather earlier this evening when he made the following observation about people who proudly hold their own opinions against all reason and refuse to listen to common sense (or, I will add, Scripture):
Basically, a person’s own opinions can become so ingrained that the opinions own the person, not the other way around. People can become so obsessed with their own thoughts and ideas that they fail to see the destructive nature of those opinions, and the toll it takes on their loved ones. They can love their opinions so much, be so devoted to them, have them go so much to their head, that it’s nigh impossible to get through to them and show them the error without totally breaking the person in two and crumbling their world. They can be so fond of hearing themselves say, “Well, I think…” that, were they to go for any period of time without it, they would experience a harsh withdrawal.
Or, in the much more pithy, to-the-point words of Grandpa:
“Opinions are like crack.”