I don’t look down on anyone anymore.
Oh, I used to. It was easy. Being tall made it easy. I kid, although being 6′ 2″ in my youth made it easy to watch parades.
On a superficial level, some are taller, and some are shorter; more or less handsome, endowed in one fashion or another . . .
My own flavour of vanity consisted of feeling smarter and more creative than most.
But those criteria and most others by which we may feel superior are superficial. At a deeper level, there are no such distinctions. We are immortal beings with a bit of God or a bit of something that is very like God at our centres. “Made in the image of God” is the expression used in my own religion.
So how is anyone to feel superior? Or inferior, for that matter.
Some Eastern cultures practice greeting others with hands in the prayer pose over the heart chakra (the seat of the soul), saying, “Namaste,” literally meaning, “Bow to you,” or more loosely, the god in me greets the god in you.
Is there any room for superiority or inferiority in that way of looking at things?
I am a minister of communion at my church. I hand out the consecrated wafers to the line of congregants with the priest and two other ministers of communion to the lines of congregants. I see the look in their faces: the longing for God, for peace, for acceptance, for love that they feel or hope will come to them with communion. I see their vulnerability. And it is humbling because it is the same vulnerability that I feel.
They are like me, and I am like them, irrespective of their superficial individual strengths or weakness.
I have met all sorts of people, high and low in their circumstances, from the crown princess of Rumania to a street alcoholic, and honestly, they’re all just people, people with a bit of God at their centres.
And so, feeling above or below anyone feels ridiculous to me.
And it’s not humility on my part. I am not a self-effacing man.
Maybe I just don’t want to feel ridiculous . . .