Ever since
the September 11th terrorist attacks fifteen years ago, radio stations often
play Lee Greenwood’s poignant song, “Proud to be an American.” Now, it’s a nice
song, but I’m not much of a country music fan. (Just too many heart-breaking
stories about unfaithful relationships and deceased dogs—or is it deceased relationships
and unfaithful dogs?)
Long
before 2001, the word “pride” was being bandied about by a multitude of groups:
gay pride, black pride, plumber’s union pride, Notre Dame pride, nursery school
pride, under-achiever pride, etc. When I was in high school, a popular bumper
sticker supported our school football team: “Morgan Huskies Have Pride.”
In
contemporary culture, the word “pride” has lost all its negative aspects. It is
entirely a good thing. In generations past, however, people were wary of pride.
They were much more Bible literate and they knew the Bible clearly taught that
pride is a grievous sin—in fact, the worst of all sins.
The best
analysis of pride I’ve ever read is in C.S. Lewis’ masterpiece Mere Christianity.
In the chapter titled “The Great Sin,” Lewis explains, “It was through Pride
that the devil became the devil: Pride leads to every other vice: it is the
complete anti-God state of mind….Pride gets no pleasure out of having
something, only out of having more of it than the next man.”
Lewis, no
doubt, learned this important lesson from this week’s gospel reading, the
parable of the Pharisee and the tax collector. Both men went into the temple,
Jesus explained, to offer up prayers. The Pharisee prayed, “O God, I thank you
that I am not like the rest of humanity—greedy, dishonest, adulterous—or even
like this tax collector.”
The tax
collector, on the other hand, stood off at a distance and prayed, “O God, be
merciful to me a sinner.”
Jesus
concluded, “I tell you, the latter went home justified, not the former; for
whoever exalts himself will be humbled, and the one who humbles himself will be
exalted.”
It is
critical that we are humble rather than prideful in the presence of God. The
reason is simple, as Lewis points out: “In God you come up against something
which is in every respect immeasurably superior to yourself. Unless you know
God as that—and, therefore, know yourself as nothing in comparison—you do not
know God at all.”
When I
hear people proclaim, as Greenwood’s song says, that they’re proud to be an
American, it sort of sounds like they’re saying, “We’re the best! We’re better
than every other country!”
As Lewis
warned, when we compare ourselves to others and think we are wonderful just
because of who or what we are, we are filled with the type of pride that “comes
direct from Hell.”
How many
of us achieved our American citizenship? How many of us earned our way into
this country? I ask myself a simple question: What caused me to be born in New
Haven, Connecticut, rather than Kabul or Somalia or Bogotá? The obvious answer:
Certainly nothing I did.
American
citizenship should be humbling rather than prideful. We’ve been given an
incredible gift. For those of us who are convinced that God has blessed this
nation (although I’m worried that He’s getting rather fed up with us right
about now), the one emotion we should avoid is pride. It’s the exact same
attitude the pompous Pharisee displayed in this week’s gospel reading.
As I said,
I’m not a big country music fan. But I think I would like Lee Greenwood’s song
a little better if he altered the words of the chorus to be: “I’m BLESSED to be an American.” (Well, at
least he didn’t sing about his favorite hunting dog getting run over by a
pickup truck—driven by his third ex-wife. I guess that counts for something.)
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