I’ve yet to address love of self in this series of difficult love questions for February. I’ve questioned why we love those that don’t love us back, asked what the role Jesus plays in my love life, and also wondered what to do when love leaves you. But I haven’t asked if you love you?
So do you? If you stood before your reflection at this moment and looked into your own eyes, could you say “You know what? I really love what I’m looking at right now”? If you can, please contact me. I’d like to hire you as my life coach.
No, more often our reflections glare back at us, don’t they? They ask why we haven’t done better, tried harder, been kinder, or more beautiful, why we haven’t achieved our ten-year plan, or a six-figure salary, and why we don’t have more friends or volunteer more. Our reflections can be so mean sometimes. They should give us a break every once in a while. Smile with satisfaction or reach out, pat our heads and say sincerely, “Job well done.” We need our reflection–what we pay closest attention to–to not hate us. To love us. At least a little.
But we American Christians find ourselves in the midst of opposite opinions: society’s and church’s. The American Way, or Dream, wants us to love ourselves most. The church wants us to love ourselves least. So I’m not sure what to do. I can’t love myself most, but I can’t hate myself either because I would get nothing done and would sink deeper and deeper into a wallowing mess.
A world full of wallowing messes is surely not what God intended. Nor is a world full of people who can’t stop staring at themselves.
Perhaps it’s not us we’re supposed to love, but what’s in us.
As David Crowder asks in his song Everything Glorious:
“You make everything glorious.
And I am yours.
So what does that make me?”