I Am A Snob

super-spiritualityI have yet another confession to make: I’m a coffee snob. Yes, I’m one of those people who consider drinking Maxwell House beneath them. Okay, maybe it’s not beneath me,  but it is really bad coffee. I don’t have to drink the most expensive coffee in the world, which is Kopi Luwak (I don’t care how good it is. I’m not drinking anything that comes out of a cat’s ass), but I do prefer good quality, Fair Trade, organic coffee. I buy whole bean coffee, use filtered water, grind the beans in a burr mill and brew them in something called an Aeropress, which basically uses the same process as a high end espresso machine. I used to have a grind and brew drip coffee maker because I couldn’t wait for coffee in the morning and wanted it ready when I got up. That makes for an interesting mix of laziness and instant gratification, doesn’t it? I used to worry about my attitude, but finally decided that if refusing to drink crappy coffee makes me a snob, I’m good with that.

That’s not the only place I feel superior, I’m also guilty of reverse snobbery. I look down on wealthy people; especially if they inherited their money rather than worked for it. Intelligence is another area where I struggle with snobbishness. I don’t overtly look down my nose at people who don’t know what I know, but I always feel a smug sense of accomplishment when someone asks me a question or praises me for my knowledge. If they have more formal education than I do, that’s just icing on the cake. I’m sure there are plenty of other ways I’m a snob, but one of the worst is that I’m a Christian snob. I feel like anyone who doesn’t share my intelligent, enlightened views is just a little beneath me; that I get it and they don’t. And, that makes me a better Christian. In my eyes, anyway.

That’s wrong. It’s so wrong it’s off the charts. It’s like the Titanic of wrongness. It’s so wrong, it was right but went past that and came back around to wrong again. It’s so wrong that if wrongness could be measured on a numerical scale, numbers don’t go high enough. It’s so wrong…, okay, I think I made my point. Yes, it’s wrong of me to feel that way and not just because it goes against everything I believe about loving my neighbor. In feeling this way, I act like these people have nothing to teach me and they most certainly do. Even though I disagree with most fundamentalist theology, what I admire about them is their passion. They believe at a level I can’t seem to match.  Of course, I generally think they take that belief too far, but that doesn’t make their passion bad. It’s what they do with it sometimes that’s a problem. Anyway, I’m working on cutting that snobbiness out of my life and learning to respect and love all my neighbors. Especially the ones I don’t really like.