I'm so tired of my pride. There is no peace in it. In The Imitation of Christ Thomas À Kempis truthfully wrote:
A proud and avaricious man never rests, whereas he who is poor and humble of heart lives in a world of peace.
To have pride is completely without sense. We live for so short a time and we are so frail. Furthermore, no matter how good we are at what we do, there is always someone better, either at that, or at something else that we take pride in. As Christians it makes even less sense. Believing in an infinite God who spoke a universe into existence should lead us to consider our own "accomplishments" as nothing, but still I preen and strut and hope to be better than the other fish in my tiny aquarium.
In the end, even the complete lack of logic behind the feeling is nothing compared to the stress I feel to keep on attempting establishment of my own greatness. I could find peace if I could find humility. If I could attain to the attitude described in Philippians 2:3
Do nothing from rivalry or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves.
then I wouldn't be in this wretched race to prove myself all the time. And I would have peace.
