Next up in our review of the 7 heavenly virtues and their opposing deadly sins; overcoming the vice of gluttony with the virtue of temperance.
Gluttony is a deadly sin … literally. The number one killer in our society is heart disease, mainly caused by obesity, which is primarily the result of eating too much (gluttony) and moving too little (sloth). We’ll tackle sloth next week, I don’t have the energy for it today … ha.
Gluttony is an inordinate desire to consume more than what one requires. Overeating, insatiability, piggishness, voraciousness. Drinking to excess.
The latest statistics show that over 70 percent of adults and 35 percent of children in America are overweight or obese. Those numbers have each risen 5 percentage points in the last two years … ugh! The statistics related to alcoholism and drug addiction continue to deteriorate rapidly as well.
I could go on about all the problems we have related to gluttony, but I likely wouldn’t be telling you anything you don’t already know. Let’s focus on the solution instead … Temperance.
Temperance is moderation or self-restraint, especially in eating and drinking. Self-control, self-discipline, self-denial, abstinence, restraint, moderation.
The virtue of temperance is focused on meeting our needs. In contrast, the vice of gluttony is consumed with fulfilling our wants. Meeting our basic need for food and drink is temperance. Anything beyond our basic need is want, and can therefore be considered gluttony.
Have you ever heard the saying, “You sure are a glutton for punishment?” Gluttony does indeed carries its own punishment. We cause our own health problems by our gluttonous behavior. Then why do we do it? Because temperance is hard. But why? Because we have to control our appetites. Wait, that shouldn’t be hard. We should be in total control of ourselves, right? Our own behavior is the only thing we really have control over. Or do we? Apparently not!
Why is it so difficult to control our cravings? I think part of it has to do with our definition of needs and wants. There seems to be confusion about the distinction between the two. The line between them has been blurred by our expectations. When we finally get something we want, it somehow magically transforms itself into a need from that point forward, resulting in a never ending “needs” escalation.
For instance, I’m fascinated by the way people describe their needs on those home buying shows on HGTV. All we really need in a home is the structure; a solid foundation, walls, and a roof over our head. Well, electricity and plumbing are nice too. The rest is all want. But the prospective home buyers always use the word “need” instead of want in describing all that they are looking for in a home. Do we really need a modern open concept home with an infinity pool and an ocean view?
For purposes of this discussion I propose the following as our working definitions of need and want:
Need – That which is required, necessary, essential … Temperance.
Want – Everything else. Desires, cravings, excess … Gluttony.
When I catch myself saying that I need something that I actually just want, I remind myself of the movie “The Jerk.” Specifically the scene where Navin Johnson (played by Steve Martin) is shuffling out of his mansion picking up ridiculous things he says he needs. If you need or want a 3-minute laugh, check out this scene … https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4VbI5zcB8Ac
So what do we truly need to eat and drink? The simple answer is, enough to survive. I could go into daily calorie and water needs, or bore you with a discussion of vitamins and minerals. But since our goal is to inspire and motivate ourselves to become more temperate, let’s try something different. I find that making myself feel guilty about something is a good way to change my behavior. So lets try this…
I reviewed our last grocery store receipt and labeled each item as either a need or a want. The result was roughly 30 percent need and 70 percent want. I noticed that the needs corresponded with the things Melanie picked out, and the wants were primarily mine. Oops!
We shop weekly and the amount is usually about the same, $100. I wondered how much we spend on wants in a year, so I multiplied $100 x 52 weeks x 70%. The result, $3,640. Wow, that’s a lot of want, or let’s just call it waste to add to the shame.
Then I wondered how many meals could have been provided to the hungry with our annual wasted dollars? The Food Bank of Iowa states that they can provide 4 meals for every dollar contributed to them. 4 x $3,640 = 14,560 meals. Okay now I feel really guilty. I’m a horrible person! Makes ya think, doesn’t it?!
Here is what I am going to do to become more temperate. I’m going to Fast. The fast way to becoming more temperate is to Fast. A fast is to abstain entirely from or limit food. I’m going to attempt to limit my food and drink intake to my needs, not my wants.
There are many ways to fast. I’m no expert. I think of it as denying myself in some way. In this case, from food I want but don’t really need. I thought about starting small, with one food type and then adding others over time. But I know that won’t work for me. I’ve tried it before. I end up substituting one bad food for another and defeat the purpose. The cold turkey approach works much better for me. You are probably more disciplined.
Know thyself and choose your own approach. Fast from one thing for a day, week, year, forever. Fast between meals. Fast from a meal each day for a week. Fast entirely for a day. Or try intermittent fasting, like not eating for 16 consecutive hours each day. Do whatever works to help you become more temperate.
To deny myself my wants, I simply won’t buy them. If I don’t have the wants in the house I can’t eat them. Brilliant! Maybe we can reduce our grocery bill in half. We’ll donate it to a food bank resulting in providing over 10,000 meals annually to the hungry in Iowa. Interesting, by becoming more temperate we are also becoming more charitable. Growing virtue in one area tends to grow it in others as well…Nice!
I just realized that the best way for me to succeed in my temperance quest is to not go to the grocery store at all. Melanie can do all the shopping since she only buys our needs anyway. Another brilliant strategy. Think she’ll buy it? No way!
Here’s the challenge for the week; Fast from one of your food wants. Pick just one. One you know you shouldn’t eat anyway. You can do it!
To Your Health, Scott
I wrote the following chapter of the Playground Heaven book for my Dad. Today is his birthday, so I’m sharing it with you all as a tribute to him. Please join me in wishing him a happy birthday on his facebook page here.
“I’ll bet you twenty dollars to your one dollar that I can beat you in a mile.” My Dad was forty-years-old, and I was fifteen at the time he issued this challenge. He ran almost every day and was an outstanding athlete in his day. I had just completed my freshman year of high school, where I was a member of the basketball and tennis teams. I was young and confident that there was no way this old man could beat me. He goaded me into accepting the bet by contending that I was in no shape to beat him. Oh, it’s definitely on, old man. The ensuing race shaped the views I have had on the importance of winning and the value of competition ever since.
We set a date that was a couple of weeks away. I knew my dad could run a mile in about six minutes, so I thought I better do a timed practice run to make sure I had a chance. I decided to run four times around the track, one mile in total, in under a minute and a half for each lap, thinking it would be no problem. At the end of the first lap, I was gasping for air and barely made it under the desired time. There was no way I could keep that up. I slowed down to catch my breath and completed the mile in just over seven minutes. This was going to be trouble. I would never hear the end of it if I lost. It was time to practice. I went to the track every day intending to beat my time from the day before. I had two weeks to get it under six minutes.
Race day arrived, and I was feeling good. I knew it was going to be close, but I had given myself a fighting chance with all the hard work. If I could stay close to him throughout the race, maybe I could sprint past him at the end. I thought having the younger legs near the finish would be my only chance. As we began, just as I suspected, he set the pace. It seemed too fast right from the start. I struggled to keep up but knew I should be able to unless he had gotten faster. I really don’t remember much after that until we came around the last bend. I had fallen a few yards behind and decided it was time to go all out. To my surprise, my legs felt fresh, my breathing was relaxed, and I got a sudden burst of energy. I took off as fast as I could go, passed him coming out of the turn, and amazingly, I beat him to the line.
I didn’t expect what happened next. There was no thrill of victory, only relief that there was no agony of defeat. I was glad to have won, yet sad my dad didn’t. I felt satisfaction for having overcome his challenge but realized I had a lot of work in front of me to reach his level of fitness. I was gasping for air while he was breathing normally nearly immediately. He offered congratulations and seemed happy that I had won. It made me wonder if he had let me win. He assured me he hadn’t. I think he was happy to have proved his point and that I had finally beat him at something. As we walked home from the track, I felt strangely melancholy about the whole experience. I should have been on top of the world. I beat my dad. What was wrong with me?
The rest of the day, I couldn’t shake the feeling. I kept telling myself to snap out of it. I went for a run in an attempt to sort out my thoughts. Why was I sad and not glad? Was it because I beat my dad who I respected so much? Was it the realization that he was right about my fitness level? Why was the race so anti-climactic? I had been looking forward to the competition ever since I had realized I had a chance to win. The training had given me confidence. My strategy of staying with him and then out-sprinting him to the line actually worked. I had seen it happen in my mind’s eye and experienced the thrill of victory. Then it hit me. I had visualized it so realistically in my head that it was like it had already happened. I had won the race before it even started. The actual race was nothing more than a replay of the virtual experience. That must have been the reason for my lack of excitement in the moment.
That explanation seemed reasonable, but I knew there was more to it. I went for a run every day that summer, and my thoughts always wandered back to race day. I had to figure out what continued to trouble me about it. I thought a lot about the importance of winning. By now, you know I like those motivational locker room signs. They say, “Play to Win,” and “Winning is Everything,” and “Winning is the Only Thing.” I assumed that since winning was everything, it would result in happiness. I won, so I should be happy, right? I sure was when I was a little kid. Something was wrong.
On the playground, the rule was, “Win to stay in,” or “Winner stays” for short. As long as you kept winning, you got to keep playing. My motivation to win was sky-high because I always wanted to be playing. I hated losing on the playground, but I was happy as long as I was playing. Although I lost nearly every game on the baseball diamond during that same time, I didn’t mind that. I wasn’t happy about it, but it didn’t make me sad. Why not? Maybe since the game ended whether we won or lost? There was no winner stays incentive.
The main thing I realize when I look back is that, as the years went by, my desire to win was never as important as my desire to improve. Winning was nice, but improvement was my goal. I also noticed that by focusing my attention on improving rather than winning, I ended up winning more often. I was happy when I was developing my skills and happiest when that improvement showed itself in competition. As long as I saw improvement, I was okay with losing. I didn’t like it, but I didn’t hate it. It motivated me to continue the quest for improvement. If I competed well, that was a win for me, regardless of the actual outcome. I realized that if I changed my definition of winning to demonstrating improvement, then yes, winning is everything.
This new definition changed everything for me because winning was now always within my control. Some may call my version of winning a moral victory; finding some good in the competition even when officially losing. I see it as a mortal victory. We are all human, mere mortals, and we are going to lose games often in our lifetimes. The best in the world lose occasionally. Even though they have become the best, they still work hard every day to improve. That’s how they became champions, and that’s how they will stay champions. The same holds true for us.
As I began to win more, I started to feel bad for my losing opponents. In fact, if I knew I was going to win easily, I would keep the score close so that my challenger would feel like they had a chance and would keep playing hard. Winning or losing in a blowout is never fun. A game is more fun when the competition is close. I loved the competition and the challenge of winning a close battle, but I was emotionally conflicted whenever I won a tight match. I was thrilled for myself but empathetic toward my opponent, just like I felt in defeating my Dad. I wanted to win, but I didn’t want him to lose.
Next, I thought about how I felt in defeat. If the score was close, and I had given my best effort, I felt fine. I was happy for my opponent and determined to win the next time. Interesting. I’ve been thinking all along in a win-lose mentality; if I win, you lose. But that isn’t necessarily true with my newfound definition of winning. I can lose and still feel like a winner if I demonstrated improvement and gave my best effort. And if that is true for me, it’s true for others. So I don’t need to feel bad for them. Both sides can win.
Let’s see, what does any good parent want for their children? A good parent wants their child to be successful and happy. My dad got both that day. Let’s look at what he got out of the race. By challenging me to a race, he got a kid who realized he was out of shape and did something about it. In fact, I’ve been fit and healthy nearly all of my life because of that one challenge. I ended up with a new definition of winning that has helped me succeed in almost everything I have done ever since. Focusing your efforts on continuously improving yourself is a winning formula for life. Thanks, Dad.
Armed with a new definition of winning, my thoughts turned to the value of competition. I had just seen my mile time improve by a full minute in two weeks. Had I not been issued a competitive challenge, that would have never happened. Maybe I would have never become a lifelong fitness enthusiast. That one competition was life-altering for me. Recalling it solidified my view that competition is a key ingredient to living the Playground Heaven life and achieving the Halo High often. Competition motivates us to improve and improving is winning. Competition creates winners.
From that point forward, in addition to making everything a game, I made everything a competition. Competition makes games more fun. The closer the competition, the more fun the game because competition inspires you to reach higher than you would otherwise. Through competition, we are pushed, and we motivate others to ever-higher levels of performance. Everybody wins in a hard-fought competition.
I do realize there are those who see competition as something to be avoided nowadays. They don’t like that some will have their feelings hurt when they fail to win. They see competition as a win-lose proposition and tie it to self-esteem. They fear losing and thereby avoid competition altogether. Or they give everyone a participation trophy. It seems they think that competitive people are horrible, terrible, no good, very bad people who will lie, cheat, and even steal from their mothers to win. They think they will do anything to win and that they don’t care who they hurt along the way. I suppose those people do exist, but they certainly aren’t the norm.
I believe this anti-competitive mindset only sets us up for failure. We will never become all we were born to be by avoiding competition. Whether we like it or not, we are all in this competition called life. We can play to win by striving to improve, or we can settle for good enough. But you weren’t meant to be mediocre, and you will always know you could have been more. It is impossible to shake that unfulfilled feeling of knowing you should do more and be more. If you think you are avoiding potential disappointment by avoiding competition, please think again.
See it for what it truly is, an opportunity to push yourself to become your best, and to help others do the same. I see the real competition as between the person I am, and the person I am capable of becoming. When we all compete to win, we all win by continually improving. We win by working together to push each other to higher levels of performance than we could achieve on our own. There is no thrill greater than working hard to achieve something difficult and succeeding. It is the ultimate Halo High.
Here’s another definition of winning for your consideration: striving to be your best and give your best for the benefit of others. The object of the game of life is to develop our talents, serve others, and behave virtuously. How are you doing? Are you winning? We are all running this race called life as members of the same team, the human race team. Winning is making the world a better and happier place. If we all do our part, we can make that happen. Keep playing and striving to improve. Win every day; do something to get better than you were yesterday. Challenge others to do the same. Improving is winning, and winning is fun.
Now for the rest of the dad race story. Ten years later, when I was twenty-five years old and he was fifty, we ran a 20 kilometer (12.4 mile) race together. We finished with an identical time of one hour and thirty-seven minutes. I know beyond a reasonable doubt that he could have easily won that day, but he chose to run for a tie. I consider it a win for him, tying us one-one in our head-to-head lifetime running match-up. It was the last official race we ran. But, and I hate to admit this, I ran the same 20 kilometer race when I was fifty years old. My time was two hours and three minutes, a full twenty-six minutes behind the time my dad ran at the same age. I concede. Dad, you win two-one. Wait, you’re eighty-six now, and I’m only sixty-one. Want a chance to get your twenty dollars back?
Happy Birthday, Dad! Love, Scott
Guess who coined the term, “the green-eyed monster,” and in what book it was first used? Might as well just give you the answer and save you a 15 second search; William Shakespeare, Othello. I’m “green with envy” at how quickly the kids of today can get an answer to any simple question. Remember going to the library and using something called a card catalog? Is that even a thing anymore?
Envy is a feeling of discontent or resentment aroused by a desire for someone else’s possessions, abilities, status, or situation. Jealousy, covetousness, resentment, bitterness, discontent.
Most of the deadly sins are tempting because of the temporary pleasure they appear to provide. Sloth is relaxing. Gluttony brings us tasty treats. Greed buys us something fun. And with wrath we get to let off some steam. Envy on the other hand does nothing but make us unhappy. There is no upside to it … so stop it!
Envy causes us to think the worst of and for others. This is obviously not a “Love your Neighbor” outlook. Unchecked envy sets off a vicious cycle of resentment, anger, hatred and wrath. It leads to the sins of gossip and lies, and maybe even violence. For what? Do we really think tearing down others will build us up? In fact, it does quite the opposite.
Seriously, what is there to envy in another that you don’t already have? Stuff, material possessions? Do they really matter? Once we have met our basic needs, the rest is all want. Maybe even greed. Should we envy greed?
What about the attributes and accomplishments of another? Should we envy those? Why not admire them and use them as inspiration and motivation to do the same? To use our talents and abilities to achieve great things in this world. We should be grateful for all that we already have, and for all that we are. Let’s build on that.
Yet we continue to envy. Why? Is it our competitive nature? Our need for recognition? The desire to prove our self-worth to ourselves and others? All of the above and more? Sometimes I think envy is just an excuse for our own lack of becoming the person we know we can and should be.
My personal opinion is that we are envious because we tend to get our sense of self-worth by comparing ourselves to others. Here’s the problem. There will always be someone else who has more possessions, abilities, and status than you. We set ourselves up for constant disappointment with this outlook. So stop the comparisons!
Do you think God compares us to each other? Or does He instead compare us to the ideal He has in mind for us? How about we do the same? How about you compare your present self to the best possible self that you can imagine becoming? Then set out to be that person. Become the saint you are meant to be!
That is what true champions do. By champion I mean someone who has become the best in their field of endeavor. Champions don’t worry about beating someone else to become the best. They continually strive to become the best they can possibly be. Their outlook and attitude is what gets them to the top and keeps them there. They have an ideal state for themselves in mind that they aspire to achieve. Being better than others is merely a result of their efforts, not their aim.
I find it interesting that all great champions have a rival. I’m thinking about sports in particular here, but I’ll bet this has general applicability. They have someone to compete with who serves to make them better. They push to make each other better. And in doing so they both achieve a higher level of performance than they would have on their own.
These rivalries are often portrayed as bitter at the time they are happening. Yet as time passes, the rivals nearly always become friends. They have a deep respect for each other and an appreciation for what they got from the other to help them achieve excellence. That’s the other side of envy; brotherly love. Let’s call it the virtue of kindness.
Kindness is the quality of being friendly, generous, and considerate. Caring, helpful, thoughtful, unselfish, selfless, altruistic, compassionate, sympathetic, understanding, big-hearted, benevolent, friendly, hospitable, neighborly.
Kindness wants the best for others. We are truly happy for their success. We are inspired and motivated by who they are and what they are achieving. We want to help them and learn from them. We know that by working together we can all achieve more.
Life is not a zero-sum envy game. Your win is not my loss. We can all win. We can push each other to achieve more than we could on our own. We can be friendly rivals, encouraging each other to pursue excellence. To becoming the saints we are all meant to be.
Two familiar sayings just popped into my wandering mind. A rising tide lifts all boats, and loose lips sinks ships. I think these mean that kindness to each other keeps all of our boats afloat, but take care to navigate around the rocks of envy that are always lurking in our path.
Like charity, kindness extended with no expectation of a return always comes back to you in some positive way. So help others become their best selves. Believe and know that somehow that will help you in your efforts to become your best.
As with the other virtues, kindness begins with an attitude of gratitude. If you are truly grateful for who you are and what you have, there is no need or room for envy. And be grateful for the good fortune of others as well. Let those around you know how much you respect and admire them. Especially those whom you might have envied in the past.
Here’s your challenge to help you get over envy, and to enhance your kindness; Pray for those you envy. Pray that they continue to be blessed with all the good things in this life, and that they remain in God’s good graces. I find it impossible to pray for someone with envy in my heart. Try it for yourself.
I feel much better now. That sick green feeling is gone. Ending envy might just be the quickest path to lasting happiness.
To Your Ongoing Happiness, Scott
Did you successfully complete your humility challenge last week? Did you apologize to someone? Did you have a friendly debate? If so, I’ll bet it tested your patience. It sure did mine.
Therefore this week’s “V” topic is how to use the virtue of patience to overcome the vice of wrath. Developing the “patience of a saint” to avoid the “wrath of God.”
Wrath is angry, violent, or stern indignation. Anger, rage, fury, outrage, displeasure, annoyance, irritation, ire, madness. Until thinking about this vice in more depth I equated anger with wrath. In fact, I usually used the word anger instead of wrath in my talks since it is the more relatable term. Upon further review though, I see a very important difference.
In my daily bible reading I came across a verse that had never stuck out to me before. It states, “Be angry but do not sin” (Ephesians 4:26). Apparently anger alone is not a sin. Makes sense now that I think about it. Jesus was sinless yet he got angry a few times as I recall. Like overturning the money changer’s tables in the temple. Or calling the religious leaders of the time hypocrites quite often.
Jesus’ anger was righteous indignation at sin that was being committed. Of course he was angry at the sin, not the sinner. He obviously showed great love for the sinner. We are called to do the same, to be angry at the sin we see in the world. That anger is designed to spur us to action to avoid sin ourselves, and to not put up with it in others as well.
But we must take care to hate the sin, but love the sinner. To judge not, lest we be judged. Remember, He will forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.
So what exactly is the deadly sin of wrath then? Anger directed at a person is wrath. And anger that is generated by something other than a sin is wrath. Well technically maybe it’s not wrath unless you act out in some way. But even just feeling angry is detrimental to your spiritual, mental, and physical health.
Here is my personal wrath test. When I am feeling annoyed, disturbed, upset, disappointed, or angry about something I ask myself:
Is this feeling the result of a sin that has been committed by myself or someone else?
If you allow yourself to get angry about situations that should just be forgotten, you risk being upset and unhappy most of your life. Why would we do that to ourselves? But many of us do.
Similarly, even when there is a good reason to be upset, if you don’t take some action to alleviate the pain, you are at high risk of letting your anger fester and grow into wrath, hate, and rage.
Usually it is so very easy to get over our anger. It involves two simple steps; forgiveness and gratitude. Forgive yourself or the offending party. Remember what really matters and be thankful for all the good in your life.
Here are a few hypothetical situations to illustrate the wrath test:
Situation 1 – Your spouse has the television remote control. You are enjoying watching a recorded show together. She, oops, I mean they keep forgetting to fast forward through the commercials. You politely remind her, ah, them several times but it keeps happening.
Test – Are you annoyed? Yep. Angry? Getting there with each commercial break. Is it a sin not to fast forward? I guess not … okay, definitely not. Did you manage to keep your mouth shut and just go with the flow? Amazingly yes. Nice work, no wrath…this time. Keep up the great work, that takes true patience. Maybe the patience of a Saint? Not really…but it’s a start.
Situation 2 – You are driving and approaching an intersection as the light turns green. As you are about to pass through you notice that a cross-traffic driver is speeding through their formerly yellow, now very red light. You slam on the brakes to avoid a collision. The driver of the other car honks and makes an obscene gesture at you. Seriously?!
Test – Are you angry? YES! Was a sin committed? Yes, wrath was directed at you. So you can be rightfully angry at the sin, but what are you going to do about it? Don’t react with your own wrath. Instead, say a quick prayer for the other driver to get over their wrath and to arrive safely at their destination. Forgive them. And also be thankful that there was no accident. That you are both okay and you don’t have to go through the hassle an accident brings with it. Nice job, you avoided turning your anger into wrath and showed love for your neighbor.
I could go on with examples for days. In fact, a friend and I often joke about starting a daily podcast where we talk about things that annoy us. We invite the audience to call in to do the same. We allow them to vent about their situation and provide some useful advice. But mainly we respond by telling them how trivial their problem is and by giving them a much bigger one to think about. Kind of a feel good by knowing how much worse it could be type of show. We’re still working on the title. Got any suggestions?
Here’s a recent relevant example. Protests and riots. Protests are ideally a response to the sins of others. According to the test, if the sins are real, the anger and protests are justified. But if they become riots where property is destroyed and people are hurt, the actions have crossed over to the deadly sin of wrath. Peaceful protests demonstrate the virtue of patience.
Patience is the capacity to endure pain, difficulty, provocation, or annoyance with calm. Tolerance, restraint, composure, indulgence, resoluteness, fortitude, serenity, stamina. Think before you act or react. Serenity now.
I thought about becoming a doctor but I have no patience…or is that patients. Sorry, bad old joke. But truly, I struggle with consistently demonstrating patience. And I know exactly why. Expectations. How I set them in my head occasionally sets me up for impatience. Here’s an example.
Do you like to fish? I can’t stand it. I have no patience for it. Why? My expectation is to catch fish, and many of them quickly. I want the result, not the experience. My results orientation and unrealistic fishing expectations creates my impatience. So I choose not to participate in order to not annoy myself and others.
By contrast, those who truly enjoy fishing love the whole experience, not just the catching part. Their expectation is to relax in nature and maybe catch a few fish. The only thing that could make them impatient is fishing with someone like me.
Managing your expectations will help you to become significantly more patient. Here’s how it works. Whenever you set out to do something, imagine the best possible outcome. Then develop a plan to achieve that outcome. But also think briefly about all the things that could go wrong along the way. Now go forward with your plan expecting the best, yet being aware of and mentally prepared for the worst. Prepare for the worst, but expect the best.
For example, every time I drive I expect people to obey the laws and to be courteous. But I drive defensively knowing that will not always be the case. When something goes wrong I am then mentally prepared, and therefore more apt to be patient.
You can use this patience strategy on anything that could potentially annoy you. That’s your challenge for the week. List all of those things. Then pick one to work at. Personally, I’m going to give Melanie full control of the television remote for a week. I declare this “Patience of a Saint” week. Take care to not let your anger become wrath. Remember, patience is a virtue.
One last note. Do not use the managing expectations strategy to reduce your anger about sinful acts. Instead, channel that justifiable anger into redoubling your efforts in striving to become the saint you are meant to be. And to show others the way.
And one last time, always remember to hate the sin, but love the sinner, including yourself, as God does for us.
Godspeed (which is an expression of good wishes to a person starting a journey, a patience journey in this case), Scott
Humility is the virtue that enables all the others. It is easier to be Charitable, Kind, Patient, Chaste, Temperate and Diligent if we are first Humble. Humility starts with gratitude. To be grateful for the past that has made us who we are today, and for the opportunity ahead to be all that we can be.
What can stop us? If God is for us, who can be against us? Only ourselves and our foolish pride. Pride is the deadliest of the deadly sins. It leads to all the other vices. To Greed, Envy, Wrath, Lust, Gluttony and Sloth. Humility is our secret weapon to defeat them all. Consistently practicing this one virtue will drastically improve our odds of becoming the playground saints we are all meant to be.
“God opposes the proud but bestows favor on the humble.” (1 Peter 5:5)
“Whoever exalts himself will be humbled; but whoever humbles himself will be exalted.” (Matthew 23:12)
Humility is a modest opinion of one’s own importance. Modest, humble, servile, respectful, deferential.
Pride is an excessively high opinion of oneself. Narcissism, vanity, vainglory, arrogance, conceit, bigheadedness, smugness, self-importance, egotism, superiority, immodesty.
C.S. Lewis gave three reasons for labeling pride as the deadliest sin; (1) the devil became the devil through pride, (2) pride is the cause of every other vice, and (3) pride is a completely anti-God and anti-others state of mind.
Pride directly violates the Greatest Commandments, loving God and neighbors (i.e. everyone), by putting ourselves first. Lewis summarizes his thoughts on pride by saying:
“There is one vice of which no man in the world is free; which everyone in the world loathes when he sees it in someone else; and of which hardly any people, except Christians, ever imagine that they are guilty of themselves.”
“There is no fault which makes a man more unpopular, and no fault which we are more unconscious of in ourselves. And the more we have it ourselves, the more we dislike it in others.”
Pride is an overwhelming faith, belief, and trust in self. A lust for power over everyone else. To be in control. To force others to think, say, and do things your way. No compromise, no debate. You know it all and have no interest in the opinions of others. You are always right and can do no wrong. Pride says, “My will be done.”
Humility says, “Thy will be done.” We exist to serve God, and He wants us to serve others. We do that by striving to become our best self. By developing and utilizing our talents to help others. And behaving in a selfless and truly virtuous manner. This is the only way to achieve lasting peace and happiness.
“If anyone wishes to be first, he shall be the last of all and the servant of all.” (Mark 9:35)
Do nothing out of selfishness or out of vainglory; rather, humbly regard others as more important than yourselves. (Philippians 2:3)
God’s point of view regarding pride is quite clear. But it has opposing meanings in our society. In fact, the first two dictionary definitions I found were positive: (1) a sense of one’s own proper dignity or value; self-respect, and (2) pleasure or satisfaction taken in an achievement, possession, or association. Quite the opposite of the “excessively high opinion of oneself” definition.
We are told to take pride in ourselves. To rely upon ourselves. To display confidence. To take credit for our achievements. To be self-promoters. That is how we are advised to get ahead in this life.
Alternatively, humility is often viewed as weakness. Being passive, submissive, or insecure. Nice guys finish last. You will certainly be swimming upstream in our culture by valuing humility over pride.
“A dead thing can go with the stream, but only a living thing can go against it.” G.K. Chesterton
Truly humble people are actually quite the opposite of what we may have been led to believe. Humility is thinking less about yourself, not less of yourself. It is a quiet confidence evidenced by:
Interestingly, we all start out humble. We are dependent on our parents for survival. Is having our diaper changed our first lesson in humility? Then we start to learn. The more we learn, the more pride we build. It doesn’t take long. By the time we are teenagers we think we know it all. Thankfully we still have parents around to tell us differently, and deep down we know they are right.
As we continue to learn we continue to grow our confidence, not a bad thing. Until the day we become convinced that we have learned all we need in order to live out our life in comfort. That is the day our pride kicks into high gear, that fateful day when we choose to stop learning. When we think we know it all. When we believe we are no longer dependent upon anyone else. The day we declare our personal independence. The day we exalt ourselves. The day God cries for us.
“Pride goes before disaster, and a haughty spirit before a fall.” (Proverbs 16:18)
“When pride comes, disgrace comes; but with the humble is wisdom.” (Proverbs 11:2)
This is a dangerous place to live. Trouble is, it can also be a place where you can thrive in this world. Until eventually you are humbled in some way. It will happen. And when it does, guess what? You will naturally do the things a humble person does. You will depend on others to pull you through the hardship. Maybe even to change your diaper. And you will come back to God. He doesn’t want it to have to be this way, but He will happily welcome you back.
Of course a better way is to never reach that prideful state in the first place. Place God first in your life now. Be dependent upon Him. Let him have your back. Let go and let God. Maintain an attitude of gratitude. Keep on learning. Serve others. Be humble.
“Stay gold Ponyboy,” from the classic book The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton, seems like an appropriate quote to recall here. To “stay gold” means to be true to yourself, innocent, uncorrupted, and the like; basically to be virtuous. You will likely often feel like an outsider in that pursuit, especially in your quest to defeat pride with humility.
Here is a humility challenge for us all. Apologize to someone for something you have said or done that you know hurt them in some way. Admit you were wrong. Tell them they were right. Describe in detail why you are sorry and ask for their forgiveness. And tell them how grateful you are to have them in your life. Swallow your foolish pride. We all have something to apologize for, right?
For extra credit during these divisive and polarizing times, debate a friend on the opposing side about some issue. Agree to hear each other out and be able to state each other’s position, conclusions, and reasoning.
Then challenge and debate one another for as long as you are willing. Hopefully you will come to some areas of agreement, and you can understand more clearly why you continue to have areas of disagreement. You will no doubt both learn something useful along the way.
Here are questions that may help to guide your discussion:
I have no doubt we can solve all of our self-created world problems if enough of us have these honest and humble conversations with each other on a regular basis. I pray we will.
Humbly Yours, Scott
We just realized it has been one full year since Melanie officially retired from her 37-year nursing career. She still maintains her Registered Nursing license to be ready in case the spirit guides her back once again. She has taken several small breaks along the way, but caring for others is her purpose and has been her life mission.
I asked her what the best thing about retirement is for her. She said, “well, I don’t know … all of it. I get to set my own priorities and agenda. I love the quiet time, it’s so nice to be able to read, think, reflect, and pray in peace. And I don’t have to hurry anymore!” I was kind of hoping she might say, “spending time with you, sweetheart.” Oh well…
We have settled into a nice retirement routine. She does her thing and I do mine. I read, research, write, exercise, and keep our finances in order. She does basically the same with a spiritual emphasis, plus she keeps the rest of our house in order, and me and the dog fed, watered, and walked.
It all works out so nicely … except when I annoyingly interrupt her. I know better, but sometimes I just can’t help myself. Like the other day we were in our separate office spaces and I kept asking her questions. She wasn’t responding, so I said something like, “Hey, are you over there?” That got a quick and loud response in the form of, “Leave me alone, I’m trying to be a better person!”
That got me out of my chair quickly. I was trying not to laugh out loud and get myself in even more trouble. I saw that she was praying the rosary. I stood there and stared at her with a smile. She eventually looked up and we both cracked up laughing. I told her she was already the best person I know.
Do you ever feel that way? Like if it wasn’t for all the other people around bugging you, you could be a really good person. It does seem like it might be easier, but it’s certainly not practical. We depend on each other to survive and to thrive. We were put here to serve each other through our unique missions, built around our individual talents. We are interconnected. We are interdependent. We need to get along. We want to get along. Sometimes it’s just a real challenge.
Since writing the sAint Me?! book I’ve had some really interesting discussions and debates with people from many diverse backgrounds and beliefs. The two things we always agree upon is that:
Duh! Pretty obvious I know. But it’s been obvious for thousands of years and we still have a lot of problems. Nearly all of them are caused by our collective bad behavior. And we have the ability to solve them all by actively and consistently striving to be the best possible people we can be. But we don’t. Why?!
I’m not saying we are all bad people. In fact I know very few who are. And who am I to judge. I don’t think any of us strive to be bad people. I could be wrong. Maybe the few ruin it for the many? I don’t know. But I do know that I can be better. I assume that is true for most of us. We are all human and it is difficult to consistently think, say and do what is right and good. Especially in a world where the opposite is so often rewarded. Nice guys finish last. The squeaky wheel gets the grease. Just two examples of traditional wisdom that seem backwards to me.
Oh I just remembered, there is a third area of common agreement. In the creation of a better world though being better people, we should each start by improving ourselves. To look in the mirror before pointing fingers at others. To be the person you want to interact with out in the world.
So where do we start? I always go back to basics, actively striving behave virtuously. One of the few things we have total control of in life is how we choose to behave. Maybe that’s an illusion, but I choose to believe it’s true. I alone control my personal behavior. Others have an influence on it, but the decisions I make, as well as their consequences are mine alone.
I attempt to pursue virtue. To do what is right and avoid what is wrong in what I choose to think, say, and do. To sin less. I use the seven deadly sins (vices) and their opposing virtues as a guide. Here’s the list in virtue/vice order, I call them collectively the “V’s“:
I wrote about these in my books, but not in much depth. At the time I didn’t have enough knowledge. But I’ve done my research now and am ready to share it with you over the next 7 weeks. I’ll write about one paring of V’s each week to help in understanding what they are, how to identify them in your daily activities, and what specifically you can do to win on a daily basis. What is winning you ask?
I have been tracking my daily behavior for over a year. You can too with this Flying V Tracker. The worksheet contains brief definitions of each V. You score one point each time you think, say, or do something that was caused by one of the V’s. Each time you notice yourself doing something good or bad (a judgement call by you and your conscience), think about which V caused it. This can be a little tricky. Like a lie might be caused by any of the vices. Pick the one that fits the circumstance. Just keep asking, “Why did I think, say, or do that?” Eventually you will arrive at a V.
When I first started tracking, my goal was simply to avoid the vices. A defensive strategy. While I had some victories, it became obvious that only through actively utilizing the virtues would I ever consistently win. That is, score more virtue than vice points. So I went on the offensive. It works. Proactively focusing on virtue gives vice little time to rear its ugly head.
Try using the tracker every day, or at least one day this week. Review the brief definitions of the virtues first thing in the morning and resolve to practice them throughout the day. You can review the vice definitions as well to know what you should avoid.
Take a few minutes to score yourself at noon, the end of your work day, and just before bed time. Then take a moment to review your sheet in the morning, feel good about your successes, identify opportunities for improvement, and make your plan to do even better going forward. You will be amazed how fast this simple awareness activity will improve your behavior…of course, assuming you need any improving in the first place:-)
Beginning next Monday I’ll go into more detail about each V. One set per week. I’ll give you strategies for dealing with each and them, and specific recommendations that you can implement immediately. Together we can promote the virtues and defeat the vices. And win for the benefit of all!
Until then I’ll “leave you alone so you can be a better person.”
Be Saintspirational! Scott
I’m dazed and confused about what is happening in the world. I’m going to ramble on about that in this week’s edition of Playground Heaven Living 2020.
My intent every week is to provide thoughts and recommendations about how we can all strive to be our best and happiest selves. It started with a focus on happiness which I equate with the playground, and has morphed to include the concept of saints, which is being our very best. Taken together I think of us as Playground Saints.
Unfortunately the world has been turned inside out and upside down by something commonly referred to as a pandemic. A pandemic is an epidemic that’s spread over multiple countries or continents. An epidemic is a disease that affects a large number of people within a community, population, or region.
Yes, we have a new disease. Yes, it has spread across the world. But has it really affected a large number of people? That depends upon your definition of affect. It doesn’t meet mine. It turns out that most people are actually largely unaffected even if they have contracted the virus.
But then again, maybe the pandemic is not the virus itself, but our reaction to it. We definitely have an epidemic of the disease of fear and panic. Maybe that was justified in the beginning when it appeared everyone was at risk of grave illness. The projected number of deaths was 30 times more than a normal flu season…scary.
Now we know so much more. There is no need for panic any longer based on the facts and data now readily available. But it continues. Why? Because the fear was fed to us daily for months on end. Because we were locked down and quarantined. Because we continue to keep our distance from each other and wear masks. Because everywhere you go you are reminded about it by someone or something. Because no one is telling us not to.
Here’s what we now know. People with serious health conditions are at risk. No one else really is. Yes, you may get the virus, but no, you are not likely to get seriously ill, and you have virtually no chance of dying from it.
As a result, we really only need 3 simple rules going forward:
Of course that is not what is happening, and it won’t happen any time soon. Why not? Let’s see, because:
Instead we choose to live by rules that are so varied, confusing, and nonsensical that no one really knows what to do. So we do whatever feels the safest. Or we go completely mad and start riots and looting across the nation.
Please help me understand why people are burning, breaking, and stealing things from businesses that have nothing to do with a man dying in police custody. Rather than condemn these actions, one state governor was actually reminding these lawbreakers to remember to social distance and wear masks. Seriously? Has the world gone completely insane?!
How are we to be happy in the midst of all this? It’s not going to end anytime soon. The division between people continues to widen and intensify. I wonder if that is by some sort of intentional design? I won’t even get into all the conspiracy theories floating around. There are many seemingly random dots that can be easily and logically connected if you really feel like driving yourself crazy.
In the meantime, real people have real problems and they are suffering. They need their jobs back. We went from the lowest employment rate ever, to one of the highest. The virus didn’t do that, we did. I’m talking the collective “we.” Because we are either making the decisions or we are going along with them. Maybe those decisions were justified when we knew little about the virus, but they sure aren’t now. We need to undo the damage we have caused.
My hope is that we have learned lessons that will ensure this never happens again. I also hope there were some important life lessons learned along the way. Like the importance of families spending time together. Understanding what is important in life, and what isn’t. Realizing that life is precious and not to be wasted.
But enough with the lessons. It’s time for a little common sense and common decency to prevail. Do I sound upset? Yes I am! Nothing good is coming from the prolonged and needless reopening rules we are being subjected to.
As long as I’m ranting, what is going on with churches? Doesn’t Christianity preach faith in God, have no fear, and do unto others? Why are church leaders so easily rolling over to the fear of our secular leaders? Why are they not demanding to open with no restrictions?
If we all practiced our faith wouldn’t we be ready and willing to go back to the way it was. We care about each other. Therefore no one who is at risk would attend. They wouldn’t want to restrict the freedom of others to attend due to their presence. Anyone who wasn’t feeling well would stay home as well. And all the rest who do attend will reach out to those who can’t in order to make sure their needs are being met. Simple.
But no! The rules we have in our church are more restrictive than going to the grocery store. I understand that churches are business and have liability issues to consider, but aren’t they leaders of the faith first and foremost?
I think history will show that this approach was a huge mistake. There has been a steady decline in church attendance going on for a long time. I am very concerned that we will now see a significant one-time drop that may never be recovered. Interestingly, one of those conspiracy theories has this as a goal. I pray for the opposite.
Our churches are a place we can leave the troubles of the world behind. Where we can see the world as it could and should be. It appears to me that church may no longer be that respite. Have they really adopted the ways of the world? Where is the confidence and belief in our Lord and savior? It makes me sad. Actually, it makes me mad. Does that make me a bad Christian?
Enough rambling and ranting. I’m not sure where to go from here. I so want this world to live up to the standards of what I think God expects of us. I’ll bet He’s really embarrassed right now. Maybe always. But hey, He gave us free will. But He also gave us the ability to use reason to solve problems. Seems we are much better at creating them nowadays.
I constantly go back to the only solution I can come up with to the state we are in. For each of us to strive individually to become the saints we are meant to be. To be the best and happiest people we can be, and to help others, especially our appointed leaders, to do the same.
Challenge for the week? Go on a news fast, don’t watch, listen, or read any of it. Especially social media. Stay out of the fight. Pray instead. Pray for understanding and wisdom for our leaders, that they may make decisions based on faith, hope, and love for the people.
Thanks for reading. I’m always interested in your thoughts as well. I read and respond to them all.
I promise to make next week’s message more positive and hopeful. No more virus or riot talk. It’s time to get back to the happy theme:-)
Thank you for your continued efforts to make this world a better place for us all.
Remember the good old days when Memorial Day was celebrated with big parades and lots of free candy? Flags were flying, bands were marching, and those motorcycle guys were doing their fancy riding patterns.
Memorial Day was my favorite holiday as a kid, especially in the early days when it was always celebrated on my birthday, May 30. As an added bonus, it was also the traditional opening day for all the swimming pools. But in 1971 they moved the official holiday to the last Monday in May. Now I only get the occasional birthday parade. Oh well…
Memorial Day commemorates the men and women who died while serving our country in the military. They made the ultimate sacrifice to protect the rights and freedoms we all enjoy in these United States of America. It is a day for us to remember, appreciate, and honor that sacrifice. Did you know that we are to hold a national moment of remembrance at 3pm? Interesting, that is the same time Jesus died to save us from our sins. Coincidence? I think not.
The thing I like best about this day is seeing flags displayed proudly all across the land. I find it a great reminder that we are “…one nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.”
The stars and stripes also remind me of other phrases in our national songs and documents, such as:
I find myself reflecting on three words every year on this holiday: freedom, courage, and sacrifice. Our predecessors fought for freedom from a tyrannical ruling class. That took tremendous courage and sacrifice.
I find it interesting that God granted us freedom from the beginning. He gave us a few rules and the free will to do as we please. Yet we are constantly fighting to maintain that freedom from people who want to take it away. Thankfully there have been many brave souls throughout the ages who have fought the good fight for freedom, too many paying the ultimate price with their lives.
I ask myself two questions at this time every year; (1) What am I willing to fight for, and (2) What would I die for? God? Country? Family? Friends? Values? Principles? Beliefs? Tough questions, especially if you are attempting to be completely honest with yourself. I think it is difficult to know for sure unless and until you are faced with a life or death situation.
Here’s what I do know, it takes courage to stand up for your beliefs. Our soldiers take that stand every day. Saints do the same in promoting and defending their belief in God. Just as many military men and women have died protecting our country, so too have many Saints in protecting their faith in God. In fact we have a name for them, martyrs.
A while back I wrote an article about the first Christian martyr for a friend. It is a story of great faith and courage. I thought it appropriate to share on this Memorial Day.
The Stone-Cold Truth
Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God? I do. Oh, by the way, you will be stoned to death if we don’t like what you say. Wait … what?!
Welcome to the world of Saint Stephen, the first Christian martyr. Little is known of Stephen other than the account in The Act of the Apostles, chapters 6 and 7. He lived from around 5 to 34 AD and was among the first seven deacons appointed by the twelve apostles. They described him as “a man filled with faith and the holy spirit.” Soon he was “filled with grace and power, and was working great wonders and signs among the people.” That could only mean one thing back in those early days of Christianity; Big Trouble is on the way!
The authorities didn’t like what he was saying or the growing number of followers he was attracting. This story sure sounds familiar. He was brought in for questioning for the crime of blasphemy. All of those gathered saw that “his face was like the face of an angel.” He proceeded to offer a divinely inspired history of God and His chosen people. Basically, the message was that God is good and His people had not been, especially their earthly leaders. Stephen made it painfully clear that they were repeating that history and referred to them as stiff-necked, persecutors, betrayers, and murderers. Ouch!
Just in case he hadn’t angered them enough he added, “Behold, I see the heavens opened and the Son of Man standing at the right hand of God.” That was all the proof they needed to convict him of blasphemy. He was dragged out of the city and stoned to death. His last words were, “Lord Jesus, receive my spirit” and “Lord, do not hold this sin against them.” Yes, I have definitely seen this movie before. Do nothing wrong, tell the truth, and be viciously killed. At least the last edition of this story ended in resurrection and eternal salvation for us all. What is next in this sad tale?
Well, there was a young man named Saul of Tarsus present at the stoning. He was one of the chief persecutors of the early Christians. The faith, courage, and sacrifice of Saint Stephen puzzled and later inspired Saul. Soon thereafter he was struck down on the road to Damascus and converted to Christianity. This improbable and sudden conversion became the spark needed to ignite the rapid spread of the faith. Saul became Saint Paul the Apostle, one of the most influential saints of all time.
We have a painting of Saint Stephen in our home. I just stared at it and asked, “What is your advice for us.” The thought that immediately came to mind was, “Have the courage to seek, find, and live the truth.”
What is the truth you ask? Well, first of all, there is truth. In a world where truth has somehow become relative, it seems difficult to find objective, universal, and absolute truth. But it does still exist. There is not your truth and my truth. There is only the truth. God is truth. His word is the truth. He only asks that we love Him and our neighbors (i.e. everyone else). Everything in our lives and in the world is better when we do.
We show our love by striving to be what we were born to become, saints. To live in this world as best we can in order to make it to the next. To develop and use our God given talents to serve others. To seek and find God’s plan for our lives. To say yes to that plan and carry it out by behaving virtuously. To allow the holy spirit to guide our thoughts, words, and actions. To be courageous and stand up for what is right and true, no matter what the consequences may be.
You will survive and thrive with the truth on your side. Like Saint Stephen, you might even inspire someone to do incredible things to make the world a better place for us all. It might even be you.
Become the saint you are meant to be. Seek, find, and live the truth with courage.
Your challenge for the week is to give serious consideration to the questions, (1) What do you fight for, and (2) What are you willing to die for? Then take at least one moment of silence to thank those who have fought and died for you.
I find that my list basically boils down to our pledge of allegiance. Say it with me now:
“I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America, and to the Republic for which it stands, one Nation under God, Indivisible, with Liberty and Justice for all.”
Have Courage my Saintly Friends, Scott
In my youth I recall hearing adults occasionally exclaim, “Great Saints Alive!” It was used when something amazingly good had happened. I took it to mean that there are saints among us performing miraculous acts to make this world a better place.
To all you great living saints I say: Come out, come out, wherever you are. We are in desperate need of your services. Who am I talking about? All of you! We are all capable of being those great saints alive!
Recently I’ve had a few of you ask me to list the key attributes of a striving saint. My initial reaction was to refer you back to the sAint Me?! book. Surely I listed saint traits in there somewhere. But no!
I defined a saint as someone who was striving to become their best, and to give their best for the benefit of others. I included a saint striving formula, RT x RW x G = S. That is, do the right things in the right way and by the grace of God you may become a saint.
The book walks you through what I believe those right things and right ways are. But to my great surprise there is no full description of what I believe the attributes and traits of a saint to be. Oops!
Looking back, I must have assumed that saint traits are self-evident. They really don’t need to be described. They go without saying. We know them when we see them. We know them when we be them. I thought I knew better than to assume … apparently not.
So I set off to define those traits. Now after a week of research and contemplation, I’ve identified seven key attributes of living saints for your consideration. They will help us to be both our happiest (Playground) and best (Saints) selves. Playground Saints are people who are:
What do you think? I would guess that every single one of you have other traits that you would add. Me too. In fact I started with a list of over 50. Then I went through all sorts of gyrations to group like concepts, finally arriving at seven that I found to be unique and which encompass all the others.
I will share the full list with you over the next however many weeks it takes, describe each in detail, and talk about how you can build them into your very being and demonstrate them consistently.
But there is one problem to solve first. Maybe it’s not a problem for you, but it is for me. The list is difficult to remember. The best way for me to recall a list is to turn it into an acronym. So I set out to find one. Trouble is, there is not one single vowel available, so no word to be spelled.
New strategy, let’s start with a relevant word and adjust the list accordingly. How about “playground?” Nope too many letters. “Saint?” Too few, we need seven. “Saintly?” Yep, that works. Now we just need to change the words to fit.
Here’s the new “saintly” list:
In going through the work to get to these words I found an interesting tool called the graphic thesaurus at the website freethesaurus.com. You type a word in the search field to find alternatives. Once you hit enter it brings up a spider web looking graphic which provides two layers of similar words.
For example, for the word “saint” it provides 5 first level words, and another 25 at the second level. To go deeper you can click on any of the suggested words to find even more. As an example, one leg of the web took me from “saint” to “model of excellence” to “paragon” to “exemplar.” Cool words!
I spent a couple of hours messing around with this. Try it out for yourself by clicking here. But be forewarned, you may be going down a rabbit hole for longer than you might expect. I’ve bookmarked the site for my future use.
Since I probably just lost most of you, let’s end it here for now. For your challenge, come up with your own list of Playground Saint attributes. In fact, send them my way and I’ll make sure they are considered. Keep your list handy and cross off the ones we touch on in the coming weeks. If at the end you have any left over, let me know and we’ll address those too.
Be Saintly my Friends! Scott
Hi-Ho Silver! Away! Or was it Hi-Yo? I just learned there is disagreement about which it was. Regardless, cue the William Tell Overture theme song. The Lone Ranger chased bad guys and always won. He wore a mask to conceal his identity and worked together with his trusty companion Tonto to fight for justice. He used silver bullets to remind himself of how precious life is and to only use them as a last resort. He didn’t smoke, drink, or curse.
After he saved the day and rode away, someone would ask, “Who was that masked man?” I’ve been asking a similar question about the increasing number of people I am seeing wearing masks to combat the virus. Some make sense, like older people, or those with obvious health conditions. Others I find curious, like people who are outside, all by themselves, far away from others while walking, running, biking, or driving around in their cars. I don’t get it, why the mask?
I was curious and decided to do some in-depth research to determine what the proper course of action regarding mask usage should be. I didn’t realize I was walking into a firestorm. A quick review of Facebook comments nearly scared me away. Apparently you are labeled a “covidiot” whether you choose to wear a mask or not. The sides have been drawn and the insults are flying.
I initially thought this was going to be a fairly simple task. I’ll just use my dig-deep research method which has served me well for decades in order to get to the definitive truth. There has to be truth out there somewhere, right? Wrong! After reading everything I could find, from every possible angle I could imagine for an entire day, I found no clear and compelling answer.
I did find strong opinions stated as the definitive truths. They all relied on cherry-picked facts and contained statements like, the fact of the matter is, there can be no disputing the fact, the truth is, or my new favorite, the science says, followed by a half truth, or worse, and outright lie. I’m sorry, but you can’t say, the science says, and then provide a conclusion that is easily disproven by … science.
Unfortunately all the opinions sound very convincing, especially if they align with your preconceived notions of what the truth is. And who has the time and energy to dig into the details, look at all the angles, and come up with their own opinion? It’s so much easier to trust the “experts.”
After getting deep into this topic I wished I hadn’t. It became clear that this is yet another topic with strong ideological divisions. In general, liberals like masks and conservatives don’t. Whichever side you are on there are plenty of facts to back you up. In fact, give me your conclusion and I can get you there with all the relevant statistics … we’ll call it science.
But since I did wade into the deep waters of this controversy I might as well come to my own opinion and share it for your consideration. Below is my attempt to be completely unbiased. It shouldn’t be too hard because I actually have not yet formed a solid stance.
Here is the main question I am trying to answer; What would a striving saint do? In other words, what is the best approach to take regarding masks for a person who is striving to be their best and to share their best for the benefit of others.
Let’s start with understanding the odds of getting the virus. Sadly there is no good data on this, we’ll have to make do with what we have. The math on the current numbers from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) tells us that there is a 0.4 percent chance you will get the virus, and a 6 percent chance you will die if you do get it. But not to worry, overall there is only a .02 percent chance you will die from this virus, and much lower than that if you are young and healthy.
Here are some other interesting notes from the CDC. They state that “a significant portion of those with coronavirus are asymptomatic” (i.e. experience no symptoms). Further, for those who do have symptoms, “most people have mild illness and are able to recover at home.” And those we really need to worry about are “older adults and people with severe underlying health conditions.”
How about an example to quantify the risks? Let’s inflate the chance of getting the virus from 0.4 percent way up to … well how about 100 percent, everyone gets it. To make it personal, think of 100 people you know. They all now have the virus. But a significant portion, say 70 percent, will experience no symptoms. Of the 30 left, most will have mild symptoms, let’s say that leaves 10 to worry about. What will happen to them?
One consistent statement in everything I have read about those who are dying is that they are “nearly all” older adults and those who had serious underlying health conditions. If you have some of those friends, sadly you may lose a few, but statistically less than 1 of the 10.
From this I am drawing one conclusion so far. I will wear a mask when around older adults and people with serious underlying medical conditions. The good news is that should rarely be necessary since those folks shouldn’t be out and about anyway. They should remain in self-isolation and get the help they need from their younger and healthier family, friends, and neighbors. We are happy to help.
I see the CDC’s latest guidance on masks is to wear one “in public settings where other social distancing measures are difficult to maintain especially in areas of significant community-based transmission.”
Okay, got it, but I’m still wondering why. If those with issues are staying home, how big is the risk we will be spreading the disease? Yes I realize there is some chance we may have it without knowing it, but even if we spread it to other non-high risk individuals there is very little risk of that leading to serious illness or death.
And what about this herd immunity thing? Building resistance to the virus through exposure. There is concern that there will be a second wave of illness once we break isolation from a lack of this exposure and resistance building. Maybe we should start that sooner rather than later?
At this point the only reason I would wear a mask in public is to avoid the nasty looks and comments I will no doubt get from some. I’m concerned we are about to get into a Dr. Seuss Sneetches scenario where the masked and unmasked are arguing about who are the best Sneetches on the beaches. If you don’t recall that story, do yourself a favor and go read it for a mental health break. Let me know who you think Sylvester McMonkey McBean is in this scenario.
Speaking of mental health, what is the impact of wearing masks in that regard? I’m sure there are some positives but I see only fear. We don’t need more fear, we need hope. The proliferation of the use of masks is not hope inspiring. They are instead a constant reminder of fear.
The thing about fear is that it produces anxiety, which causes stress, which leads to panic, irrational decision making, and interestingly, a weakened immune system. Why do we want to spread more fear? I think the spread of fear is actually worse than the spread to the virus itself. It is paralyzing. It must stop! The numbers certainly don’t justify it.
Now many argue that wearing a mask is a minor inconvenience, that there is no harm in wearing one, so why wouldn’t you? You care about other people, right? Right, that’s why I will not be wearing one. I’ve come to the conclusion that they actually do more psychological harm than physical good.
So based on the numbers and trusting that people are doing what is in their best interests based on their risk factors, here is what I will do.
Obviously what you do is your choice, and I respect whatever that is. You must be comfortable with your decisions and able to defend them to others when challenged. I hope the above has helped you in some way.
Anyway, this is what I think a striving saint should do. I believe that saints take calculated risks in the overall best interests of all people. They are courageous and fearless in their attempts show their love for God and neighbors. That is not always simple and the choices are not always easy, but they do the best they can given the facts and circumstances.
If you are with me, get out there and show the world your smiling face and your joy for the opportunity of a new beginning. Share your faith, hope, and love for your fellow citizens. Display your courage and confidence that better days are close at hand. And leave them wondering, “Who was that unmasked man?”
Finally, for our health care worker friends, Thank You for fighting the good fight. We hear you are getting bruised faces from the constant pressure of wearing your masks. We are so sorry to hear that on top of the constant stress of doing your job. You are all saints!
Keep the Faith my Saint Striving Friends, Scott