If I could truly understand what mercy meant,
I’d be so much better at it.
How do I show mercy?
How do I react to random questions, or to people who are so different from me?
Let me think.
Mercy is about love, about grace.
What’s love about? Mercy.
And mercy means sticking by someone, not berating people who have a different opinion from you.
It means helping, it means encouraging, it means baking a cake, making a meal, phoning, stopping by to say “Hi”, it means not letting language be a barrier.
It means putting all your differences aside and loving, even when it’s too hard to love, when it’s easier to hate.
When we learn to live merciful lives and not “I want everything yesterday” lives, lives that are greedy, full of me, me, me, then we might get somewhere.
Mercy is true, compassionate, understanding, more than tolerant, and full to the brim with love.