A blogger friend of mine is grieving his failed marriage. Despite his own fascinatingly checkered past, he remained true to his wife, cherished their marriage, and adores their toddler daughter. But the union ended, through no major fault of his.
As blog writers and blog readers, all we really know of each other is what we choose to share of ourselves. But, much the way our brains fill in a missing letter in a wrd in order to make sense of it, we tend to fill out the empty places in the bloggers' self portraits and believe we really do know them.
In a recent post, my friend wrote yet again of his pain and his grief, and he pondered exposing all of his estranged wife's failings and hurts to him. He pondered, but he did not act.
One reader-commenter said he was being gallant. I thought about the post for a few days and then reached this conclusion:
The God that my friend doesn't acknowledge created mankind in His image. One way of thinking about that is "There is that of God in every person."
One of the sublime and basically incomprehensible characteristics of God is grace. Grace, as in mercy toward one who is undeserving, a kindness rendered by one who is not required to do so.
As a Lutheran who spends her days with Quakers, I claim to recognize Grace when I see it.
What is intriguing me today is the new profound awareness that even those who do not believe God exists have been created in His image and, therefore, do godly things unaware.