How could she be so vindictive—
especially when she knew I was trying to help her,
and everyone said I was right?
I rolled down the hill—faster and faster—gathering the dirt of
resentment, self-pity, self-righteousness, and self-justification
until I hit bottom.
And it was "easy," rolling down.
But, I was all muddy . . . scarcely recognizable.
Then I heard—"Sure, seems easier, this sliding down." Yet,
ease-in-self never produces progress/solutions/healing.
Did Moses have it "easy" in the wilderness? But his
reward . . .
a whole nation turned to worship of God instead of idols.
And Joseph's pit and prison were not strewn with flowers.
But his trust in God brought deliverance and abundance
to him and all his family
Meekly I remembered the Master at Gethsemane and Calvary. No cushioned pathway there!
With what love he said, "Father, forgive them."
Why, he knew their purity and innocence—
as intact as his own, displayed on resurrection morn.
Through him infinite Life was made known,
and was felt by the world!
So I climbed the steep incline.
It took a while, and at times I was tempted to again roll down;
but the summit was reached. And, oh, the view!
Immersing my thought of her and everyone in a sparkling lake of Love,
I saw man—God's reflection—as shining and beautiful;
as perfect as his creator.
And it was so easy to see it from there!
