Humble pie
On January 8, 2020 by Keturah HaferkampOne of my newest group of friends is from an African nation. We met in China. We keep in touch by social media mostly. The internet makes that part easy.
When they talk with me I’m deeply impressed with convicted by how meek and sincere the exchanges are. Sometimes the meekness shows itself in platitudes, sometimes in excessive thanksgivings. At other times it’s just simple, gentle humility. Writing…texting with humility.
My American sensibilities try to elevate. Is it human nature to try to lift up what has made itself low? Or is that American? Are humans made to respond to humility with exaltation? And to abase whatever exalts its own Self….
Humility does not come naturally, this I know. It is a gift. When my friends speak to me, they teach me this important quality: humble yourself so that in due time you will be exalted.
American sensibilities are so self-promoting–so pro-bravado, the antithesis of humility. The exaltation of Self, obsessive self care, self love and aggrandizement are part of what makes one American. I see my own wanting to shush any preferential treatment. This is also me being American. Not just bravado for me, but take some for your Self too. I feel my instincts rising to share a piece of the bravado pie,
“No. Don’t say that.” I pipe from flustered embarrassment. “Have some self-confidence…”
What a pity.
The better course would be to treat my friends with equal honor. To outdo them by preferring them over my Self, just as they have done for me. …to outdo one another in showing honor.
The better course would be to share the humble pie.