Confidence is generally a good thing. But for some of us it is the Devil’s favorite mask.
Pride, envy, gluttony, lust, anger, greed, sloth…all are faces of manic narcissism. In the moment, he is invincible. He is not blind to the flaws in his plans and logic, for there are no flaws. He’s in complete control, and he ought to be. It’s right that he is, and the world is in order. Then, a voice of dissent reaches his ear. The voice is wrong, WRONG! And what is more, it threatens to lead others from his light, from the truth, from his way. How could anyone possibly disagree unless, of course—they’re jealous? They want to be right, too. But they’re not! How can they be when they disagree with his perfect vision? 3,000 years ago…even 300 years ago the world was vast enough that he could lead those who saw the light. He could light the way as they journeyed through the darkness into unknown lands. Empires were built.
Today, he is in my car on the way to the lab for another blood draw. He’ll be 12 at the end of September and already he’s been arraigned for a felony charge. Nobody was hurt, there was no real danger, nobody understands that, he was in complete control the whole time. But there was dissent and he was outranked. He will not forget this lesson. I know he’s sick. I know his sickness—I struggle with the devil every day, but only because the fire burnt me deeply enough that I learned to distrust confidence. I live without it now, beyond humble when I can, a mere shadow of the glorious lie I used to be. He’s just a boy. He has no close friends; his sisters prefer not to play with him. He’s been betrayed by most of the adults he’s been entrusted to. Zero tolerance, overcrowding, ignorance, helicopters…there is no room for an emperor anymore and so his blood flows now into a vial. I see the wisdom in this, but my heart does not feel it.