I grew up being reminded regularly of the evil of pride. In an effort to prevent pride from taking root in our souls, we were never told by our parents that they were proud of us or of anything else. They were encouraging and supportive, but they believed it was wrong to describe that as pride.
I understand what they were trying to do, but it didn’t prevent pride at all. Just avoiding the word without focusing on the replacements for it served to confuse, I think, rather than clarify and equip. That’s not intended as a criticism, just a reality check.

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