Of Bad Pride
First, a word about good pride. Good pride arises from my sense, my awareness of self. That I am a uniquely individual person. That I have a history (that I come from a people and a place) and that, moment by moment, through my intentions and actions, especially as governed by good standards, I am making history. Healthy self-esteem is a synonym of good pride.
Bad pride arises from my comparing myself (my self) to other persons and, in rejecting the Apostle Paul’s warning, “thinking of myself more highly than I ought.” Ironically, bad pride, for me, almost always, is triggered by my low self-esteem (especially when the history I am making falls short of the good standards to which I ascribe).
Bad pride, whether for me or for anyone, necessarily, is false. For it flies in the face of this elemental truth: There is an immutable commonality of humanity. In a word, we, each and all, are more similar, less different. (Indeed, in most respects, we, simply and profoundly, are similar, not different). Even more, even worse, bad pride, in denying this fact of life, is the source of a host of hellacious discriminatory beliefs and behaviors.
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Illustration: Allegory of Pride (engraving), Lambert Cornelisz (1593-1621)
 By “good standards,” I have in mind the Apostle Paul’s commendation of that which emanates from “the peace of (right relationship with) God”; thus, “whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is pleasing, whatever is commendable” (Philippians 4.8a).
 Romans 12.3a