As I wait, nervous and slightly giddy, for the publication of my book Winter Light, I can’t help reflecting on why I wrote it.
It’s about pride—my pride—and the search for humility. At the time I started writing, I had more than an inkling about pride, but didn’t know a thing about humility. I couldn’t offer a definition. All I knew for certain was that humility is the opposite of pride, and that I was, sometimes literally, sick of my pride.
The best thing about a Christian’s book is that it’s never, in either sense of the word, an end. It doesn’t close out its subject.
Which is to say, our Lord wanted me to learn humility more than he wanted me to write a book about humility. And now that the book is finished, I’m still being taught, sometimes in pleasant, sometimes in painful ways.
I call that being loved.
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