The Infinite created numbers. The Almighty created muscles. The Omniscient created minds. The Omnipresent created place. The All-Righteous took the stink of my sin upon Himself.
He stoops. He condescends.
Shamefully, I puff up.
I am always fighting the urge, the sinful urge, to make God smaller than He is and to make myself bigger than I am. A sin-clouded mind must be weeded regularly by the hoe of God's word.