My Reflection, My Recall

I'm sobered by the unfolding of events. I'm mortified by the hard lessons of abusing privilege. I'm jolted into consciousness of the imperative for one to make one's calling and election sure. The imperative to be mindful of one's profession, and the abstinence required of the one who bears the name of the Lord.

Indeed, we are fallible, but we've been graced to be faithful.Yeah, we are swerved daily towards the edge of the precipice, by the burden we bear, and the passion we share. Yet, we must not fail to give ourselves to the virtues that make us useful and productive, lest we become shortsighted or blind, forgetting the import of our redemption.

Our path is tortuous, laced with subtle distractions. But aren't we wont to ignore the danger signs and cautionary nudges that goad our slippery steps from dashing against stumbling stones? In our conceit, we take solace in impunity, grazing in the lush of lust.

Grace, Grace, Grace, should we not bask in Grace! Oh yes indeed, Grace is an instructor, not an indulger, instructing us to deny ourselves the  desires that war against our souls, to desist from pleasures that imperil our 'salvation'.

I'm sobered by the unfolding of events. I'm stoned by the rage, the jeering, the hurling of venom, the darts of truth against the abuse of privilege.

Herein is my reflection, herein is my recall to reality. May my ears hearken to wisdom, may my heart heed understanding.