Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Providence

Grace separates my sentiments from the churches around me and I feel as if I must always betray one for the other, faith for community while knowing that at the same time that one is never complete without the other. There can't be a balance for this, but an ideal that should never settle, never compromise while at the same time so deeply seated in compassion an ounce of bitterness not be found.

Perhaps in that irony it is the quality of their grace that provokes and disgusts me, and the quality of mine that gives it such power over me. This is, and has always been my wall, Christ notwithstanding; to spurn a God who is accompanied by such condescending ignorance is derisively easy. To live and love a God surrounded by it is infinitely harder, but strangely enough...or perhaps not so strangely...my faith has only grown the more adamant for it.

Who are you that boasts of Godliness to weep and plead over my salvation, then wield such fear-steeped ignorance on a purpose you have never fathomed?

And who am I that claims and clings to tatters of a recycled faith to scoff at the fears and anger of a people that seek comfort more than truth, wallowing in my own condescension? I am no better and no worse, living in a balance when I should be striving for an ideal.