A few weeks ago I was the brunt of someone’s anger. It was one of those situations where you step into a stranger’s line of fire . . . and it had nothing to do with you. Now, I don’t even remember what it was about. But I started thinking afterwards, that we who live with one foot in the grave, the other on a banana peel, trying our damnedest to live as a mere mortals in the world inhabited by you immortals (so it seems), that we should have a special dispensation of grace. I was thinking a tattoo on our foreheads that read, “Be Kind, Under Duress” would suffice.
But then I thought about it longer. No, what we really need is a special dispensation of grace . . . for everyone! Where we approach each person with the upmost respect and honor, almost as if they were created by God. That we would never assume a negative attribute on anyone, lazy, dumb, stupid, immoral, etc. without them working very, very hard to convince us that they deserve such a label. But, I’m not even sure about that. I think it would make a better world.