shadowwonder

How can I be haughty towards another when  my own unveiled head, and my voice heard in the assembly 1       are but the least of my wrongs? If I’m going to argue the indisputability of God’s existence, because-he-is- so-real-to-me, how can I call my own sighting (surely impeded by earth’s dark glass 2 ) more accurate than another’s? Is my arrogance (clumsily disguised as humble conviction) any less  an  abomination  than  an other’s misstep? Or all we all others, together predestined and desperate for forgiveness? 1 1 Cor 11 2   I Cor 13:12

Remembering the man whose need was greater than any I’d ever seen. The one whose eyes mine were not brave enough to meet. Remembering how I walked past, not for lack of sympathy but for doubt in my ability to do any real good. Remembering the realization (far after the fact)-- His invitation (my calling): not to cure, or to solve, but (then, today) to pause, to meet eyes, to share what little I do have.