“It’s when we face for a moment the worst our kind do,
and shudder to know the taint in our own selves,
That awe cracks the mind’s shell and enters the heart.”
I started this blog as a vehicle for sharing my glimpses of God in this world.
I have not written for a while.
It is not because I no longer see the divine evidence of my Creator. I do. Every day.
My recent absence is because I’ve seen that the world is far harsher than I like to admit.
My rose-colored glasses have been knocked askew.
Hatred, selfishness and greed seem to be commanding all the attention.
My writer self has huddled deep in self-preservation.
I am so constantly surprised by the depravity of humankind that my naiveté has become a joke among my friends.
Aren’t people truly good inside?
Um….do you watch the news?
Won’t people choose to act for the benefit of the whole community over benefit to self?
What are you, some kind of socialist?
People will tell the truth and act with integrity, right?
Wrong. There are people who can even make vows before God, then turn around and deceive. People can lie to your face and never even miss a beat.
Don’t people want the best for one another and won’t they celebrate another’s happiness?
Nope, even some so-called friends will judge you and resent you for being happy. Crazy, huh?
The Light and the Love of this world can get overshadowed pretty quickly.
It’s bumming me out a bit, I must admit.
But inevitably, if I allow myself to sit quietly in the darkness for a while, my eyes begin to adjust. Eventually, I can make out the faintest glimmer of light, from under the closed door.
And once again, I believe.
I know, with a childlike faith, that love will get the last word.
I know good will trump evil.
I know where to find the shelter of honesty, generosity, and true friendship and I can warm myself there.
God created all of this, the darkness and the light.
And She declared it “Good”.
So it must be good.
God, herself, said so.
Give me Your eyes, Father, Mother, God, that I may see this world in all its beauty and in all its filth,
And give me Your grace, to love it still.