Glass House
Nov 6, 2008 ramblings
I just read “Grace” by Richard Paul Evans, a novel. An easy yet intriguing read, primarily because it’s a story of the heart. While it’s comprised of classic elements, the outcome is challenging, and very much speaks to my being.
Over the last few weeks, I’ve looked high and low for a summary statement about my feelings toward the deceptive time in which we live. I’m taken aback at the level of compromise our society embraces, and that “making history” is more important than truth, integrity and honor.
“Grace”, I believe, provided the perspective for which I’ve been searching:
“I had a dream that the world turned to glass.
Those who had much to hide were very afraid.”
When I got over the knot in my stomach caused by contemplating the vileness of my own heart, I wondered when we, as a people, stopped caring about the level of transparency expected from executive leadership — or how far some are willing to carry out or minimize the impact of a lie for personal gain, or contribute in any way to such fallacy.
There is no stone in my hand, just a question… why?