We Live to Display
There is not a person in the world who does not display the worth of something. We have this innate desire to make much of something greater than ourselves and that outside of ourselves. “Did you see who made the playoffs?” “So, this weekend I went to…” There must be something of value that we find our value in, that we desire to show as valuable, and something that we so desperately want to invite others in to enjoy it with us.
C.S. Lewis shows us this truth,
The world rings with praise — lovers praising their mistresses, readers their favourite poet, walkers praising the countryside, players praising their favourite game — praise of weather, wines, dishes, actors, motors, horses, colleges, countries, historical personages, children, flowers, mountains, rare stamps, rare beetles, even sometimes politicians or scholars…[then they] spontaneously urge us to join them in praising it: “Isn’t she lovely? Wasn’t it glorious? Don’t you think that magnificent?”
Yet, the things we enjoy aren’t really that outstanding. Get the new iPhone 8? You’re going to be outdated with the 10. Love your job? It’ll get harder, and besides, your friend’s job is much more interesting. This is an endless pursuit of self-glory, and nothing holds its luster. By pointing to ourselves as supremely valuable, we let so many down. When we tell others that this thing is deserving of the most praise, we lead them astray by overselling and under-delivering. How sad, selfish, and sinful we are. We have completely missed true value, ‘our desires are not too strong, but too weak.’
And why do we seek to display what we delight in? Because we want to find what is most excellent and point others to glory in it with us. What are we designed to display? And how do we know?