The difficult thing, I have learned, is to distinguish what I ought to loath. I shouldn’t loath myself: God loves me and sacrifices Himself to save me (and even for me to exist at all).
What I ought to loath are my sins.
It’s very easy love my sins along with myself, when I’m in one kind of mood; it’s relatively easy to hate myself along with my sins, when I’m in another kind of mood. But then I am failing the second Great Commandment, since I cannot love my neighbor as I love myself if I do not love myself; nor can I be cooperating with God, Who loves me, if I do not love myself.
Yet if I am a sinner, I shouldn’t use love for myself as an excuse to keep fondling my sins either.
As it happens, I am the kind of person who is more likely to hate myself along with my sins, than to love my sins along with myself. (When I sin, I’m not usually thinking about how I have a right to do what I’m doing or whatever: I’m certainly being selfish, sometimes ragingly so, but not selfish in that way. I’m more likely to be unselfconsciously selfish, so to speak. Which is its own kind of problem.) But I do run into people of the other sort. I don’t regard myself as being inherently better than them, though–that’s a temptation to forget that as a sinner I have no inherent advantage over any other sinner, down to and including Satan. It’s better to regard myself as the chief of sinners.
Anyway, I just wanted to say I sure appreciate your (and pretty much everyone else’s) comments in this thread, Cindy.