I've been asked a few times this Lent what I'm "giving up." I think people expected me to say chocolate or sauvignon blanc. But I've surprised a few with my answer. This Lent I'm giving up -- or at least trying to -- living in the world of comparisons and competition. Not an easy task as the Olympic competitions are in full swing. We love to compete. And we love to compare. But in the end, I think most comparison and competition is not helpful, and can, in fact, be destructive. Comparisons are indeed odious.
Most comparisons are about pulling someone else down because our fragile self-images can't withstand the competition. Let me give you an example. One summer when I was studying in Omaha, a friend came to visit for the weekend. He had another friend who was a native to Omaha who offered to show us around the area. I was convinced that I had pretty much seen all there was to see in the Podunk, being a savvy New Yorker and all that, but I was game.
First stop was a high school, which I thought was a little odd. Turns out that the friend, Dennis, was a swimming champ there when he was in high school. He proceeded to show us the trophies he had won, still on display in the lobby. Nice, but odd, I thought. Next we went to an art gallery downtown. I was looking forward to this cultural foray until I realized the reason we were visiting the gallery was because Dennis was exhibiting some of his paintings at an amateur showing there. He proceeded to give us a full lecture about his work and the artistic process he had employed. I was beginning not to like this guy.
Next he took us to another high school. I must admit that my first thought was a sarcastic one: What, did he play baseball at a different high school? But, no, it turned out that Dennis was now principal in this particular high school. There were no trophies in the lobby cabinets, but there were some plaques. They read "Best Principal in Omaha." Three years running. And guess whose name was on them? Yep. Dennis. I was really not liking this guy.
Final stop was a house in the suburbs (though I didn't see much of a difference from the city). An elderly couple greeted us at the door and proceeded to show us the addition they had just constructed onto the house: nice sitting room, attached bedroom and small outdoor garden. It was built for none other than, yes, Dennis, so that he could have a place of respite from the rigors of Omaha city life. Geez.