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Issue Date: November 28, 2003 Melting the Dreamsicle of praise By JEANNETTE COOPERMAN Albert Ellis, the cranky old papa of cognitive psychology, calls self-esteem the worst sickness that can befall a human being. I read his words with horror -- and a click of recognition. When we are children, praise comes as smooth and sweet and uncomplicated as an orange Dreamsicle. Yet the more we are praised -- and I was, lavishly, by a loving mother and approving teachers -- the more pressure we feel. Somehow, we must continue whatever it was we did to merit that sweet reward. Soon we find ourselves running after the ice-cream truck every afternoon. Sometimes we grow fat on the Dreamsicles; sometimes the sugar makes us hyper, or the other kids envy makes us pull back sharply. Still, we keep seeking, consciously or unconsciously, and the praise keeps coming. Doing something well is deeply satisfying. Doing it because someone elses reaction will validate us, less so. I update my resumé, pile up awards, save complimentary letters to re-read on a day of self-doubt -- and none of it works. Because whatever I did, its over. And Id be just as valuable if Id never done it at all -- or if Id done it and no one had smiled. Logically, I know this. But deep down, Im afraid that without confirmation, I wouldnt enjoy what I do. Maybe I wouldnt even know how to feel good. A typo; I keyed god. Maybe on purpose. Religion conveys an entirely different sort of self-esteem, one predicated upon Gods love for us. And in human hands, that, too, can be dangerous. God might love us unconditionally, but we sure manage to imply a lot of conditions to regulate each others behavior. We praise acts that seem the very opposite of conventional self-esteem -- humility, generosity, self-sacrifice, pacifism -- and remind each other that God loves such behavior. We catalogue signs of holiness and acts of mercy, building our own composite of the most lovable person. We ask ourselves What Would Jesus Do? with the subtext, What Would God Want Us to Do? As though we know. I do not think it is good, Montaigne remarked in another context, to confine the divine power thus. We forget that God doesnt set conditions; we forget that even if God did, we dont know what theyd be. Oh, come on, I tell myself. We can guess. Do I expect exhortations to imitate Satan? Daily reminders that God will love me if Im mean and selfish? No. I just want a way to ward off the smugness of doing what I think God wants -- and the tacit condemnation of anyone who isnt doing the same. Such thoughts disguise themselves the instant they surface. They masquerade as sympathy for those who dont enjoy wonderful bursts of transcendence at a religious ritual every week. They masquerade as an over-deliberate tolerance of behavior I actually consider undesirable. They turn religious people like me into insufferable prigs. And they program us to repeat certain acts again and again without ever rethinking them. Maybe this Sunday my soul will crave the raw solitude of nature, not a repetition of the Lords Supper. Maybe God would love me more if I were so caught up in the Spirit that I didnt bother bathing. Maybe God would love me if I craved and pursued luxury, because luxury is the height of the pleasures Gods creation affords us. Maybe none of that makes any difference in how much God loves us, and the proper goal is to choose whatever lets us love other people better. Not praising what pleases us, just loving them. And not because they will assure us of Gods love, but because the only real need is to remind each other we already have it. Jeannette Batz Cooperman is a freelance writer living in St. Louis. Her e-mail address is kabaka@aol.com. National Catholic Reporter, November 28, 2003 |
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