Earlier this week a dear friend entered my office with a big plastic bag filled with, well, I had no idea what, and an even bigger smile. I could tell that he was dying to unveil some treasure that I might find interesting and significant. He was right. In time I’ll reveal more about the contents, but today, let me talk about the context of this one of a kind artifact, chocked full of photographs and memories from the annals of old FBC.
Comparing one’s self to others to fix our place in the world is about as human as it gets. From the day Cain told Abel “I think Mama loves you more'”, people have been using others as the measuring stick for self worth, justice, status; you name it. Everyone’s baby is prettier than the one in the crib next door. Grades, sports statistics, social placement, special talents, fitness, and beauty all come into play. And now the Facebook world has us comparing our saddest self to other people’s highlight reels. It’s a treadmill that’s hard to stay on – and harder to get off. And that is just not helpful to anyone.