Surrounded, Not Surrendered


Every person with whom we cross paths is unique; every story different; every purpose singular.

Yet, we share common ground, a unified dimension, a collective legacy.

We are immortal souls swaddled in unraveling cloth – thoroughly stained, constantly fraying.

Our interconnectedness means that we not only “own” our own peculiar, individual inheritance, but a substantial share in that of the other as well.

A scary thought, that – assuming we are paying any attention at all.

Brother son, sister moon. We are many, we are one.

What if we are our brother’s keeper after all?

C.S. Lewis had this to say:

It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you talk to may one day be a creature which, if you saw it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare.

All day long we are, in some degree, helping each other to one or other of these destinations. It is in the light of these overwhelming possibilities, it is with the awe and the circumspection proper to them, that we should conduct all our dealings with one another, all friendships, all loves, all play, all politics.

There are no ‘ordinary’ people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilisations — these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat.

But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub and exploit — immortal horrors or everlasting splendours. This does not mean that we are to be perpetually solemn.

We must play.

But our merriment must be of that kind (and it is, in fact, the merriest kind) which exists between people who have, from the outset, taken each other seriously — no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption.

And our charity must be a real and costly love, with deep feeling for the sins in spite of which we love the sinner — no mere tolerance or indulgence which parodies love as flippancy parodies merriment – The Weight Of Glory

We would do well to keep these words near to our hearts, especially over the next couple of weeks.


Copyright 2016 (My Verses)

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