Reading C.S. Lewis in the year 2010 can be an exasperating experience. He seems mired in a traditional morality which the Western world has struggled hard to shake off over the last sixty-five years. After a series of cataclysmic social changes touched off by the Civil Rights movement and the sexual revolution, we have emerged on an entirely new social plane of greater human equality. How many still agree with Lewis that a wife should be ruled by her husband, with no reciprocal obligation of the husband to the wife? On the day after the U.S. Congress finally voted to allow gay men and women to serve openly in the military, ending years of the opaque “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy, how many among us still believe with Lewis that homosexuality is an unpardonable “perversity?” As a gay man, I will never admit to my own perversity. In fact, there is ample evidence that gay men and women can make courageous and excellent religious leaders. Think of Episcopal Bishop Gene Robinson of New Hampshire to name just one shining example.
Still, we have to remember that Lewis was writing at a time long before the “culture wars,” when a majority of British citizens probably believed exactly what Lewis wrote about homosexuals and the bonds between husbands and wives. If you can get beyond the thicket of loaded cultural values in Lewis’ Mere Christianity, you will stumble upon long, inspired passages of true genius. Nowhere is this more evident than in Lewis’ chapter on “The Great Sin,” namely pride. In crystalline prose, he explains,
“According to Christian teachers, the essential vice, the utmost evil, is Pride. Unchastity, anger, greed, drunkenness, and all that, are mere fleabites in comparison: it was through Pride that the devil became the devil: Pride leads to every other vice: it is the complete anti-God state of mind.” Lewis then goes on to add that “Pride is essentially competitive – is competitive by its very nature – while the other vices are competitive only, so to speak, by accident. Pride gets no pleasure out of having something, only out of having more of it than the next man.” Moreover, pride is fundamentally linked to power: “For, of course, power is what Pride really enjoys: there is nothing makes a man feel so superior to others as being able to move them about like toy soldiers” (read: Hitler.) In a sort of aside, he adds that vanity is a much more forgivable vice than pride because the vain man rejoices in praise whereas the truly proud man considers himself so superior to his acolytes that he has ceased to feel any need for their approval and thus any recognition of the legitimacy of the human ‘other.’
Lewis concludes, “The Christians are right: it is Pride which has been the chief cause of misery in every nation and every family since the world began. Other vices may sometimes bring people together: you may find good fellowship and jokes and friendliness among drunken people or unchaste people. But pride always means enmity – it is enmity. And not only enmity between man and man, but enmity to God.”
What causes the sin of pride is of course what Lewis alludes to in other chapters: the illusory self-concept nearly all of us have of being in sole control of our lives, rather than admitting to ourselves that it is God who actually holds the reigns.
It is probably no accident that J.R.R. Tolkien and Lewis were both Oxbridge dons and contemporaries, writing in different but complimentary modes about the imprint of the Nazi menace on free society. In Lewis’ exposition on pride as the greatest sin of all we can clearly envision the cauldron from which Gollum, Sauron, Darth Vader, The Emperor, and Voldemort were all fired. These pop devils all share an epic enmity to God, entailing a visceral need to move their minions around like toy soldiers and to outcompete the human heroes who challenge them. The moral of the stories is that just as the apparent dualism of maya is the veil of illusion in the outer world, the hard-shell human ego is the illusory veil of superiority and hence separateness in the inner one. To come closer to God, we need to pierce and crawl through both. Humility is the antidote to pride and as Lewis concedes about himself,
“I wish I had got a bit further with humility myself: if I had, I could probably tell you more about the relief, the comfort, of taking the fancy dress off – getting rid of the false self, with all its ‘Look at me’ and ‘Aren’t I a good boy? And all its posing and posturing. To get even near it, even for a moment, is like a drink of cold water to a man in a desert.”
This last sentence could just as well have been written by a Buddhist guru as by an intellectual Christian essayist.