Pride. Even the word itself sounds as though it were better than others. It’s because of pride that we make mistakes, for we refuse to consult someone who knows more than us. It’s because of pride that we disobey rules that we don’t understand, for we think we know better than the person who created them. It makes us stumble, lose relationships and persist in error.
Though it only harms us, we cling to it like a drowning man to a piece of driftwood.
Maybe it’s because pride blinds us to its existence in us. We can’t see, no matter how obvious it is, that it’s evident in our haughty eyes, in the way we look down on people, in our disdain for others expressed in our body language, and in the internal dialogue that always exalts us and diminishes anyone who isn’t “me”.
Only by a miracle can the proud be free of their curse.
But salvation doesn’t come with the wave of a magic wand. It usually comes through humiliations that God allows the proud to go through, so that perhaps they will be broken and learn humility.
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