“…However hopelessly we stumble, it’s by the grace of God that we endure.”
~Michael McDonald, from the song “East of Eden”.
This is purely a personal observation but the grace of God is something I’ve seriously questioned over the past decade.
With each and every passing hour, day and year I find myself looking back over my shoulder hoping to glean a shred of understanding in regards to the real meaning of my life; a vast wasteland sometimes, IMHO.
If you know me personally, you know that I’m a complex and mysterious individual.
I’m prone to many dark moods which I interpret as a type of defense mechanism acquired to cope, to endure, to ultimately survive.
My good friend Kelly, from Australia, recently mentioned humankind's concept of belief in a recent post regarding Greek Mythology.
She said, “As humans we need something to believe in…”
While I see that sentence as the honest truth I found it to be, for me, a part of the total equation. In order to believe there must first be faith—in whatever or whomever you need to believe in.
The alchemic equivalent of faith and belief equals grace, the main concept of this post. There are still days when I wonder what the hell I believe in.
I think they’re called Mondays.
I waited on a gentleman today that was buying several very nice pipes for his dad for Father’s Day. His dad is eighty years old and still loves to smoke a pipe.
In a way, I was envious. He was so lucky and didn't know it.
I thought immediately of my dad sitting in the rec room on the hill staring vacantly out the window.
I thought about how nice it would be to give him something special this Sunday.
In a perfect world, he would smile and maybe shake my hand, maybe say, “Thank you, Michael.”
As I said, in a perfect world…
The past decade has been one big ‘stumble’ for me and I attribute my survival to one simple word: grace.
Had it not been present in my life I may have joined a carnival by now, probably running Mister Mick’s House of Smoke and Mirrors.
Personally, I’d much rather be blogging.