“There is no fault which makes a man more unpopular, and no fault which we are more unconscious of in ourselves… According to Christian teachers, the essential vice, the utmost evil, is Pride. Unchastity, anger, greed, drunkenness, and all that, are mere fleabites in comparison: it was through Pride that the devil became the devil: Pride leads to every other vice: it is the complete anti-God state of mind” (C. S. Lewis, Mere Christianity).
Ok, so it’s bad to be prideful. I think we understand that, but why is it such a momentous sin for Lewis? The answer is that the problem with pride is twofold. Firstly, pride is a usurpation of God’s rightful authority in our lives; secondly, pride is at the core of every other sin.
The first manner in which pride is sinful is also the more grievous of the two. When we are prideful, we place ourselves as the ultimate authority in our lives. Submission to any authority, including (and sometimes especially) the commands of Scripture, takes a back seat to our own desires. Ultimately, pride pits our desires and our will against God’s and has us coming out on top. This is a terrible reversal of the created order and a scathing insult to the infinite and perfect being who brought about our existence to begin with.
In addition to being the most heinous sin, undermining the authority of God in our lives, pride is also at the core of every other sin we may commit. Every time that we knowingly transgress God’s command, we simultaneously act under the supposition that we know better than God what we ought to do. We exalt our own understanding to a place in which it simply does not belong. We place our conscience, seared, dulled and weakened by our repeated moral failures, upon a pedestal and submit only to it.
Pride, therefore, is not only the most atrocious but also the most dangerous sin we can commit. Pride simultaneously weakens and exalts our conscience. As a result, we are submitting ourselves to an authority which is continually degrading in both effectiveness and accuracy. We are worshipping the compass without realizing that it’s no longer pointing north.
Matt Honstain