..."As long as you are proud you cannot know God. A proud man is always looking down on things and people: and, of course, as long as you are looking down, you cannot see something that is above you." — C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity
I've finally had an epiphany. At least, it seems that way; the lightbulb has gone off, something has ultimately clicked: "why do you expect pride to recognize itself?" Whoa, we have something here. That question popped into my head the other day after my blood had been boiling trying to understand how some people don't recognize the destructive tendencies of pride. No one is immune to the most common disease of the heart that often times deceives us to the point of no return; make no mistake, I myself am not immune to it either.
The thing I wrestle with constantly is this: is it truly prideful to pride myself on being humble? I started this particular blog post with an excerpt from my favorite chapter of my favorite book (Mere Christianity by C.S. Lewis). If you don't bother to read the book in its entirety, the least you could do is skip ahead to the chapter on pride...I like reading things that cause me to stop and think.
Am I a person that despises proud, arrogant people because I'm so prideful I can't bear someone else being the center of attention? Even if it's just for a well-deserved moment? Am I secretly envious of flamboyant personalities because I must be better than that person in every way? I have always deemed humility important simply because it's an admirable virtue. To me nothing is more off-putting than a beautiful woman who knows she's beautiful and works it to her advantage. A handsome man who knows he's handsome and therefore has every person to ever cross his path wrapped around his finger, ready to manipulate. There is something to be said about humility, the mysterious unexplainable beauty of someone unassuming...