Only the paradox comes anywhere near to comprehending the fullness of life.*
Blessed are the merciful, for they will receive mercy.**
(Jesus of Nazerath)
I can never imagine arriving at a day when I will not require mercy – kindness, compassion and favour.
Everyone needs mercy, even those who show mercy a lot. No-one’s perfect and I’m not sure we ever want to become perfect:
Against the claim of perfection we can assert our own individuality, which gives distinctive character to the work we do.^
There’s something about our imperfection that seems to shape who we are and what we do. We become paradoxes, incapable of being categorised or boxed. Perhaps there’s also something about this paradoxical nature that moves us towards making better choices:
Yes, the cards are unfairly stacked against so many people. Yes, there are too many barriers and not enough support. But no, your ability to contribute isn’t determined at birth. It’s a choice.^^
A choice towards doing something amazing.