What to make of humanity?
We are children, sometimes, groping in the dark;
Groping, and clutching, and owning, and fighting.
Beating, and bullying, and insisting that we are the best.…
For what if we’re not the best? What if we don’t own?
What if we can’t win?
There is a vulnerability to the heart of humanity that is the heart of a broken child.
Desperate for love, dead without it, fighting tooth and nail to hide the lack that is within.
And yet with all of our flaws, with all of our brokenness, with all of our battling for self defence, and for personal victory, there are other realities too.
A capacity for love; a capacity for healing.
A capacity for sacrifice.
A hand reaching out to a higher Way.
I can see now why God loves humanity:
even a humanity that robs, that rapes, that murders the chance of another for life.
I can see why God bears with our failings.
There is a seed of the chance for change, even admist the deepest failing;
There is the chance for a new kind of life, even out of the ashes of the old life.
The child within can still reach out to the higher Way.
And while that chance still exists, while that possibility still breathes,
God waits, and beckons, and stretches himself out on a cross in death, to carry the full cost of giving us another chance.
Redemption comes at a high price,
but life after death is sweet indeed.
