“Wittaya used people the way his father had
used tools. He remembered watching the man work and marveling at his artistry,
his concentration. He could be awesomely focused in times of sobriety. Each
tool brought to bear on the blank canvass of a piece of wood for a specific
purpose, a limited time, then discarded and ignored until need once more. The
finished product, a carving of breathtaking beauty for which men paid good
money. Although possessing no such skill as a woodworker, Wittaya considered
himself an artist in his own right. He
had a team of people upon whom he could call, but who were forbidden to trouble
him even if they did possess such temerity. His favours were only ever gifts to
be received according to his whim. The outsider may have seen caprice, but the
superficial randomness masked engineering. Manipulation.”
from chapter 11, Ashmore Grief
Pride
makes a man declare independence from God and from others. I am enough. I can
do it myself. Have you met a self made person? Have you heard their tales of
triumph over the obstacles the world has thrown in their path? Pride rejects
help even when it is needed. Pride doesn’t acknowledge other contributions to
success. Pride justifies immoral or unethical actions. Pride audaciously
declares, “I am the most important person in the world.” Pride focuses
attention on the self. The ego becomes the master.
When has pride caused you to fall from
grace?