There’s something a little peculiar about growing up. The older I get, I’d like to believe I’m getting wiser. That’s certainly the goal. However, the more I know, the more I realize I DO NOT KNOW. Do you ever feel that way? So today I flat-out admit, I’m just an ordinary person, not a theologian, not an expert in psychology, just someone who recognizes that merciful moments and merciful people are everywhere. Well, that’s such a cheerful thought, now, isn’t it? Unfortunately, there are many parts of life I will probably never understand, such as human suffering, grief and natural disasters, to name a few. I don’t have any answers about why bad things happen, but I can work to help lift others up, to be kind and merciful in daily encounters with others. Chances are, that’s how you live your life, too.
Maybe sometimes mercy is simply being there for someone, listening or reminding them that they are going to be okay, that things will eventually work out. Perhaps God surrounds us with people who watch out for us or who help pick up the pieces when it feels like the only world we’ve known has been shattered. Mercy manifests itself in countless ways through the kind and unselfish actions of others. Mercy looks at another person with love and compassion, focusing on the relationship rather than on the offense. Where there is mercy, there is still hope.
“A little bit of mercy makes the world less cold and more just.” Pope Francis