Cutting corners

I will start this with the oddly defensive stance of saying that I have not done anything......yet. Intriguing? Well I wasn't thinking about doing anything particularly interestingly wrong but just those little brushstrokes of corners that we cut now and then and then try to ignore. Like snapping at people and pretending we didn't - or seeing the pedestrian waiting and driving on convincing ourselves that they really were still walking - you get my drift.

I have been reading a novel which is full of strange truths - the truths often seem like lies and morality is twisted in their hands. There is no God in the story - or only a God remembered from school assemblies who is irrelevant or frightening or nothing much at all.

Perhaps without God morality can dissolve to the nearest player in the game - to the moment which brings most pleasure but even these characters are nagged by broken promises and unfulfilled dreams. With God cut corners are forgiven and healed and restored - perhaps - the next time around. With God the wholeness which we seek, the tidiness of completeness becomes something which we believe might be somewhere for ourselves - healing becomes something we are touched with in the words of absolution, even if health fails us, even if we still skirt around our failings and, from time to time, fall prey to our short-comings.