It’s funny how the end of life gets one thinking about how it all began. There is something brilliant about the way the Good Lord wired us to look back when things come to an end. We rehearse events and try to understand the “why” of it all. […]
We are not the one who holds the power or wields it. We are not the one who has the answers or provides the solution. We are not the one who can see from the beginning to the end and every point in between. We do not make the rules…but we can know the one who does.
Why? Why should I go above and beyond what justice demands? Why would I allow myself to be vulnerable to the hurt and pain and anger again? Why would I put myself at risk again?
When our feelings are hurt or when we are slighted, emotions rise to the surface and sway us into a mindset that desires the offender to feel the same kind of pain as we do…so now we are both hurting. There must be someone above all the fray, to see clearly the wrong done and the payment due. There must be an Authority who makes the rules and dishes out the penance.