We had a group of Catholic media enthusiasts over to our home recently to discuss developing a new online initiative. At one point during the meeting, the conversation turned to blog stats. Joel freely vomited out the site stats for our little legitimate lovechild here, The Practicing Catholic. I panicked. What will our friends think with all this information? Will they be surprised, impressed, underwhelmed? I felt exposed, naked. While youâ€™re at it sweetie, feel free to share my age, weight, height, and social security number, too.
After the meeting ended and our guests went on their way, the following conversation ensued.
Me: Sweetie, sharing our blogâ€™s stats is kind of like allowing people to look inside my underwear drawer.
Joel: Why? Our blogâ€™s stats are good.
Me: But they are not great.
Joel: Our blog is not great.
Then the Holy Spirit swooped in and saved me from biting Joelâ€™s ear off. Or was that my guardian angel restraining me, thereby saving me from life in prison, or worse yet, Hell. And the word humility was placed upon my heart. Iâ€™ve been writing and speaking about virtues a lot lately. The Lord was working through my spouse to serve up a nice dish of humility.
True humility enables us to see ourselves as we are in the eyes of God, not exaggerating our good qualities and not denying the gifts we have received from God.
In other words, our blog is good. It is not great.
So why do I love my husband today? For knowing when I need to be knocked down a bit and helping me recognize it, too. Joel knows I live in extremes. When the blogâ€™s stats arenâ€™t as high as I would like them to be, when my writing doesnâ€™t seem to be clicking, when we arenâ€™t receiving much feedback, or when __________, fill in the blank, Joel helps me not reach beyond myself.
Indeed, our blog is good; it is not great. But I shall keep running this race with perseverance and work to harness any inordinate desires for my own excellence.
O Jesus, meek and humble of heart, Hear me.
From the desire of being esteemed, Deliver me, Jesus.
That others may be esteemed more than I …
That, in the opinion of the world, others may increase and I may decrease …
That others may be chosen and I set aside …
That others may be praised and I unnoticed …
That others may be preferred to me in everything…
That others may become holier than I, provided that I may become as holy as I should.
Jesus, grant me the grace to desire these things! Amen. (Taken from theÂ Litany of Humility)