THE ANTIDOTE TO NARCISSISM
This awesome book healed me of my aversion to the Litany of Humility. I knew a religious leader, who when challenged used angrily demand people offer the Litany of Humility because they had slighted him. He didn’t follow the precepts of the litany himself, including that we be delivered from the fear of being suspected and from the fear of suffering rebukes.
For years, I found his hypocrisy galling, but when I read and reread Humility of the Saints, I had to confront my own hypocrisy. Instead of lamenting his lack of humility and bemoaning his projection onto others, I needed to cultivate In myself, the essential virtue without which there is no growth in the other virtues and certainly no escape from narcissism.
I set before myself a challenge, I begged of myself if I could imitate the Saints and the very real, sometimes gritty ways, they developed humility. In my ignorance, I had not known of classmate of St. John Vianney, St Marcellin Champagnat, who made me feel my intellectual arrogance acutely. Marcellin was a heroic teacher-priest in post-revolution France, a time when in many places, especially the rural areas, Catholic institutions and schools had been obliterated.
St Marcellin knew the pain of missing out on his childhood education and only began formal reading and writing when he was 11. He founded the Marist Brothers and strove to restore French education, especially for the poorest of the poor.
While he was consumed with the desire to teach the children and young men who would otherwise have been illiterate, he was never a braggart show-off and required his teachers to use simple language as opposed to pretentious prose. I was rightly brought up short because I have a prideful weakness for elevated language.
Oh, and Marcellin could not be more different from the religious leader I mentioned above, he begged of the Lord for humility in his prayer and openly confessed many “sins and imperfections”.
I fall so far behind these Saints that it can be a painful occasion of self knowledge, but I put forth the cultivation of humility as the one true antidote to the narcissism epidemic. It’s best to lead by example and follow the Saints in ways so wonderfully made real in these pages, that leading by example will help stop the rot of self-adoration.
The Saints were never narcissists, and when you read of Saint Kateri Tekawitha’s total forgiveness of her relatives who jealousy bullied her after the death of her parents, she stands in contrast to the grandiose or covert vindictiveness of the narcissist who can’t forgive imagined affronts let alone real ones.
St Martin de Porres showed himself free of the addiction to narcissistic supply, namely, admiration and praise when as the barber and his monastery, he cut short the hair of a vain novice and got called all sorts of horrible names, including “a mulatto dog”. Saint Martin fulfilled his office in the face of stinging insults.
The Saints were true empaths and it was their humility that grew their empathy. Blessed Solanus Casey counseled up to 200 people a day who relied on his compassion and counsel.
The Saints were not given to illusions of grandeur or false fantasies of greatness. Their holy, humanitarian accomplishments owed to their pleas that they be forgotten, because they spent their time doing good, not preserving their good name. Even the greatest miracle workers spent their years in sanctifying themselves and others, not PR exercises to become celebrities.
Just as everyone needs humility, everyone needs this book and atheists, and those who dislike the Catholic Church will find it a healing and refreshing read, as well as offering the sole cure for narcissism, especially if they have been hurt by narcissists or are grappling with the tendencies themselves.
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Humility of the Saints is available here, and you may also like, The Most Powerful Saints in Exorcism by Charles Fraune and Patrick O'Hearn.
All images used are in the public domain.





Hello Mary! how are you? thanks a lot for this advices. I wasn't familiar with the litanies of humility, and I thank you for introducing them to me! It's a formidable weapon! here is an anecdote about the story of Saint Jeanne Jugan. A beautiful lesson in humility that I want to share:
ReplyDelete[...]During her rounds, Jeanne asks for money, but also for donations in kind: vegetables, used sheets, wool, a cauldron, etc. The reception isn't always good. One day, she rings the doorbell of a rich and miserly old man; she persuades him and receives a generous offering. The next day, the beggar returns to his house: this time, he gets angry. "My good sir," she replies, "my poor were hungry yesterday, they are still hungry today, and tomorrow, they will be hungry again..." Calmed, the benefactor gives again and promises to continue. Another time, an irritated old bachelor slaps her. Humbly, she says to him: "Thank you; "That's for me. Now, give me something for my poor, please!" Such generosity opened the old bachelor's purse.
"Thus, with a smile, she knew how to invite the rich to reflect, to discover the needs of the poor, and the collection became a true evangelization, a call to conversion of heart."
God bless and care.
Francescu
Dear Francescu,
DeleteThank you so much for such an edifying comment that elevated my post greatly with the example of the St Jeanne Jugan. My face is smarting just at the thought of the slap she received, how her humble spirit recovered and she begged success
I have been well, I took some time off from being online, and did some deep soul searching for how I can use Easter as a time of true recovery from sin, and old patterns. Let's join in prayer this coming Sunday that I can get over my old ways.
God bless you, too, and thank you again. Mary
Thank you for your reply, at first I would like to wish you a good Easter, and a good and deep Rising in Christ.
Deleteah...old patterns...the most harder fight we have to do every day, is to fight against ourself, and our bad paterns...during my Rosary I pray for you ( exactly I dedicate the second mystery of light for all people that I cross in my life, all! good and bad! and I even think of you during my prayer) I hope that help you and yours serounding.
If you feel loosing your bravery, remenber the words of Saint Thérèse of Lisieux:
If I had committed all the crimes in the world,
I would still maintain the same confidence,
For I know well that this multitude of offenses,
In a blazing fire, is but a drop of water.
Yes, I need a heart burning with tenderness,
That remains my support without any expectation of return,
That loves everything in me, even my weakness,
And never leaves me, neither night nor day.
No, I could not find any other creature
Who loved me to this extent, and without ever dying,
For I need a God who takes on my nature,
Who becomes my brother and who can suffer.
I know all too well that all our acts of justice
Have not the slightest value in your eyes,
And to give worth to all my sacrifices,
Yes, I want to cast them into your divine heart.
No, you have not found a spotless creature,
In the midst of lightnings, you give us your law,
And in your sacred heart, O Jesus, I hide myself,
No, I do not tremble, because my virtue is you.
in Christ
Francescu.
Dear Francescu,
DeleteWow, thank you so much for your prayers and for wishing me a deep rising in Christ, I actually begged Him during the Tridiuum to help me overcome my sinful ways and bad habits.
Thank you for these lines from the Little Flower, as ever seemingly simple, but will only be understood in al their profundity in Heaven.
Our Lord instructs us that vengeance is His, and that every injustice will be remedied by Him, and so this verse,
"I know all too well that all our acts of justice,
Have not the slightest value in your eyes"
...speaks to the futility of us trying to even the score, not just to others, but to ourselves.
Your intentions will be included in my Rosary tonight, Mary
"even the score"... the root of sin...it's good that you told me that, because I feel concerned...yes, sometimes the grave injustices that others inflict upon us can transform us into wild beasts, and as a good Mediterranean, I know what I'm talking about...the only weapon we have (and not the least important) is to remember that our loving Jesus drank that bitter cup first during his agony in Gethsemane. Well, thinking about that, the tears flow freely, because he endured everything for us. So I offer him my tears and bitterness to make amends and repair (mine and other people)...Thank you for your prayers. God bless and care us all. Amen.
ReplyDeletein Christ.
Francescu.