Chesed and Geburah

This, from three years ago:


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Amazing


I was intending to write one of my hard and unsmiling pieces on illegal immigration. Don't think it isn't coming, cuz it is. But I have been reminded, for a moment, of grace, and that's the most important theme there is.

History is a murder mystery. The universe was fed a slow poison, and we are riding out its death-throes. And mankind, from the first father to the unborn in the womb -- all hold still in shallow-breath'd anticipation of the falling ax. The mystery isn't what will happen in the end, but how it will unfold. Dust reclaims its own. We don't own the land -- it owns us.

That's the plot.

But it's not the end of the story.

Two nights ago I was taking care of a friend's dogs -- he's out of the country. At the front door as I was entering, a matter-of-fact meow at my back caught my ear, and what should I see but the most wretched cat that ever remained on four legs. Starving to death, and fragile beyond all reason. Its shoulder blades stuck out like fins from the black matting of its fur. But it was friendly, and bold, and came up to me like an old friend. To touch it sickened my heart -- it was so frail, and not what you'd ever call clean.

Nice, middle class neighborhood. Normal, decent people. How could this be? How is it possible?

So I have a new pet. Dammit.

How does the book of Jonah end? Remember? The Lord said unto Jonah, Thou hast had pity on the gourd -- for the which thou hast not laboured, neither madest it grow -- which came up in a night, and perished in a night. And should not I spare Nineveh, that great city, wherein are more than sixscore thousand persons that cannot discern between their right hand and their left hand; and also much cattle? And when Jesus says that God knows even when a sparrow falls, the implication is that He has cared for it. But we are God's hands, here. The good that He would have done, He needs us to do. And if my foolish heart is moved by the raw bones of a dying cat, how much more ought it be, for His own children?

Of course, children, and animals, are easy to love. Their innocence makes us so superiour to them that we are safe in feeling affection. There is little merit in such love. Their sweetness and joy makes them lovable, and to pay what is owed is more a responsibility than a virtue. What is so moving about grace, is that it is not owed. In fact, receiving it increases one's debt. But that's why the song is so apt. Amazing grace. Exactly. Amazing. It transforms the play from a zero-sum, into an infinite-sum game. Everyone wins. Creation is enriched.

So I have been reminded, again, as over the years, of the need for patience, and gentleness, in dealing with the people who occupy the world. There is certainly evil, and I have little wisdom in knowing how to deal with it. My formula is simple: fight it, and try to destroy it. But what is meant, by evil? We see, in this life, only people -- they are the instruments of evil as much as they are the hands of God. How am I to know the difference, save by actions? -- actions, which are so ambiguous -- whose outcome I have not foresight to know? Are we to anticipate only evil, from an ambiguous situation? Are we to judge present action always by previous failures? As I said, my wisdom is inadequate to this question. It is a judgment call, a decision of the heart -- which is an organ of general stability, but notorious for its unreliability under extreme pressure ... rather like people themselves.

Here's my point: where we are able, where we can, when we are moved to do so, we must love. We must forgive. We must give of that grace which we know ourselves to have received. There are stories I will never tell, about my foolishness, in loving. There is a cost, almost beyond endurance, to not discerning when love is exploited rather than accepted. But that's why love is a virtue, and not merely a duty. Because unlike animals and children, those who have achieved the age of accountability can work mortal sins -- they can harm us to the quick of our souls. To risk such pain, aside from being foolishness, must -- I tell myself it must -- also be a virtue.

When we receive grace, the world is lovely beyond all expression. We must dare to add new beauty to the universe, by ourselves risking to love. I think this is what is meant when Christians are told that they are offered only a cross. It is the instrument of grace. But it carries its own harsh risk. I suppose all grace is amazing -- that it should be dared.


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Remember when we used to care about illegal immigration? How the times have changed. Now we even welcome their viruses. A melting pot indeed. Criminalians. Today they marched again, in greatly reduced numbers. No need for mayday emergencies.

You see a problem here, in my hard attitude adjoined next to my soft words about grace? It's not difficult to understand. Just picture Jesus at the head of an army, and you'll get it. Something to do with law.

Ah well. A month later, the cat died:


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Somalia


That's the name I gave to the cat, the starving cat I found a while back - or who found me. He died today - well, technically yesterday. He was very old, and the vet said he just shut down. It happened in a single day. So he lasted a month.

We are sad, because loss makes us sad. But we understand that this is the order of things, and we never invite anyone into our lives without the awareness that they will leave us, or we will leave them.

Today - well, yesterday, technically - would be the 18th birthday of someone I loved with all my heart. Why, that's about how old Somalia was. But this boy that I loved was a bright and beautiful soul. Very damaged, because there is evil in the world, but he overcame so very much.

Not a day went by, that I didn't tell him I loved him. And showed it. But I do have a regret. I don't recall telling him how much I respected him. That used to torment me. But I'm over it. I don't have to be perfect, in my communication. I remember his many tears, but I remember his laughter too, and there was more pleasure in his company than frustration. But it is important to annunciate these truths, about love, about respect. Saying them makes them more real. "Let there be light" - and there was light.

So Somalia has died, and gone into the dust, or the air, or where ever it is that cats go when they die. We save our love for people, but we hone our capacity for kindness, and tenderness, on such dumb and dignified animals as Somalia.


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Of course grace is better than severity. As air is better than water. It's not something that can be figured out. We just have to agree, or be wrong.


J