Karma and Grace

Life is a struggle between being gracious and exacting vengeance. Between forgiveness and retribution. Between love and hate. Between being kind and being an ass. I know the way in my heart and yet my mind chooses a different path. My ego wants to hit back when I feel wronged but my soul longs to console.

I want my pound of flesh. But who is the one to weigh the preciseness of the weight? Who is the judge of the flesh? Who am I in the tension of life?


"Therefore prepare thee to cut off the flesh.
Shed thou no blood, nor cut thou less nor more
But just a pound of flesh: if thou cut'st more
Or less than a just pound, be it but so much
As makes it light or heavy in the substance,
Or the division of the twentieth part
Of one poor scruple, nay, if the scale do turn
But in the estimation of a hair,
Thou diest and all thy goods are confiscate."
~Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice (Act 4: Scene 1)


Life is not about karma but about grace. No one can cut only a pound. There are always consequences and ramifications in any attempt to cut only a pound. In cutting there is always drops of blood.

Sin can never outrun grace. The continual wrong turns on the dirt roads of life will be met with the highway of grace.