You kept silent when you saw your public facet in danger. You kept silent not out of conviction, but out of fear. You kept silent because you took the easy way, the shortcut that time and time again brings you back to the beginning. You kept silent so as not to add pain to an uncomfortable situation, and now it is painful and uncomfortable.
Half-truths. Divine grace used to satisfy the self. Creator’s generosity called into question.
I questioned my heart to look for roots of envy when I saw your prosperity. I thought my narrow gate was narrower than yours and maybe that wasn’t fair. But now more than ever, when the light lays everything bare, I reaffirm myself to take up my cross and follow the master. I am reaffirmed in my decision to fear the one who has power over the destiny of my soul, even if my heart’s desire is not on the horizon.
How much grace is needed to forgive? How much power is needed to preserve without falling? How much power to stand firm? How much love to save fragile souls?
