I came across this line, “Pride is the enemy of hope”, somewhere at some point. I wrote it down and have been mulling it over for a bit now. Is it true?
Hope is not an abstract way of thinking, setting your mind on a possible future or outcome that is favorable to you. I mean, it is, but it can only be stunted by present calamities. Hope towards, strain forward, for what? In my theology, in my worldview, it hinges on a person. Hope is a person. Pride, self-made king, only stands in opposition to this One.
How can I look to a future of myself, the self-made man, and long for anything more than what he has given to me? My future looking is limited by my death, something I cannot overcome but something I deserve. I need the one who has Overcome.
Is this not what Paul is warning about in Chapter 8 of Romans? We are not to hope and cling to the flesh, our own desires and plans. Which is king, me and my frail body or the One who has overcome?