Since yesterday was Random Acts of Poetry Day, I humbly put you center stage on my blog platform, dear Portia, to speak to me of mercy. Please remind me, if you will, of the truth about mercy that you first shared with Shylock.
Thank you, dear Portia; I admit to you that for most of my adult faith journey– pre-head-on crash with a pickup truck–the inclination of my thoughts, words, and deeds was pushed and pulled–fixated almost–toward justice.
In the aftermath of that event, I have come, by God’s grace, to gravitate more towards Mercy. I have come to know and to believe that Mercy is God’s Greatest Attribute, and that we are most like Him when we show mercy to those who have offended us. I know that now; I believe that now.
But, oh, dear Portia, how often I am like Shylock whom you counseled when you first spoke these words. How often do I demand my pound of flesh!
And when I do that, dear Portia, I know that when I fail to show mercy—refuse to show mercy, I bring about the opposite of what you said. Instead of blessing the one who gives mercy and the one receives it, I spread hatred and destruction—not only on the object of my “justice,” but on myself.
Thank you for sharing once again the words that William Shakespeare first gifted you to say more than four hundred years ago, words that continue to speak truth today.
I pray that, by God’s Grace, I can continue to better heed them. May I learn to forgive as Jesus taught and showed. As God always has shown me mercy, how can I do less for my brothers and sisters in Him?
Blessed are the merciful for they shall obtain mercy.
How does the quality of God’s Mercy speak to you and through your life?