One might say that grace is the ultimate state of being
rising above the noise of discontent. But then discontent stems from want, the
want to be nourished, the want to be sheltered from the many harms of our
physical existence.
Intelligence can artfully dance upon the sea of our material
world. We ogle the masters of the ‘Glass Bead Game’ rendering our service to
their wisdom and the very shares of our labor to buy the luxury that can
distance us momentarily from our discontent.
Ideologically we weigh in the balance our governance of right
and wrong and by discourse defend our means or wage or right to be. Under
freedom and democratic argument we determine our justification of the classes
from poor to bourgeois to opulent or even megalomania.
One might consider that a beggar on the street that refuses
to work, with the exception of mental illness, is a tyrant allowing your
children to labor in their stead to provide for their needs and wants. Could
this mean that charity in this case is miss-given? Thus many pass by a vagabond
with a sign, “Will Work for Food,” unless they will really work for food. Some
just succumb and think, “If you are so low that you need to be on the street
with a sign, you are truly needy.” They render up a bill or two and feel they
have done charities’ call.
So as you meander through this incomprehensible realm look
deep into the eyes of your fellows, discerning each individual by the best of
your judgment and render grace and kindness where it is due, even unto your
adversary when found in need and he will no longer be your adversary.
Now the world is contrary to this with its brutal economic
competition until there is devastation, then wonders never cease as the kind
come forth to give all that they have.
We are at our best when we are broken and don’t you adore
when someone is kind.
