It’s a seductive hike. I’ve trekked it. And I’m going divulge one of my greatest fears about sending my name out in the world in this pursuit to be published—that His name would slide underfoot with the moss and leaves as I follow the trail.
I’m referring to the Sherpa-led pathway up Pride Mountain. This is one Sherpa you don’t want to follow. It’s the deceptive voice whispering in your ear any and all success you’ve garnered is because of your prowess, your diligence…your strength. Your giftedness. And while you may be incredibly devoted to your talents, pouring hours of effort into your craft daily, the Sherpa consistently reminds you you’ve almost reached the mountain peak—urging you to keep going. You’ve almost conquered. Mixing truth with lies, he tells you all credit goes to your legs, your determination, your keen sense of direction, and your knowledge stretching from East to West.
May I be held accountable whenever I climb so far up Pride Mountain I’ve lost sight of The Giver of All Gifts.
Last week in Bible study our pastor’s wife (one authentic woman) gave us a list she found online (sorry, I don’t have a reference) revealing some eye-opening symptoms of pride. It certainly made me rethink some ways I live…
Symptoms of Pride:
>Are your feelings hurt easily?
>Does it irritate you when people don’t agree with you?
>Does it really bother you when someone corrects your mistakes?
>Do you find yourself giving more criticisms more than compliments? Are you often critical of other people and pointing out their faults and failures, rather than their good points?
>If someone has hurt you or done you wrong in the past, do you hold bitterness and resentment against the person?
>Do you seek praise for things over which you have no control?
>Do you feel offended or not appreciated when not given credit for something you have done?
>Do you often compete or compare yourself with someone else? Are you always trying to do better or have more than some other particular person?
“I lift my eyes my eyes up to the mountains—where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth. He will not let your foot slip—he who watches over you will not slumber…” Psalms 121: 1-3
*photos by flickr