“We are all cracked vessels; trying to love our crooked neighbors with our crooked hearts.”
There is a paradox which few human beings have learned enough to enact. Power is found in humility. Authority is found in humility.
Humility recognizes that I am as broken as you if not more so. It recognizes the outrageous crooked heart within myself. It regrets my own crooked heart more than it hates a crooked person.
The paradox is in the misunderstanding that humility = weak and cannot understand that humility is power.
It is the power to see
that the crooked heart in me
loves the crooked heart in you.
It is the power to recognize
that a cracked vessel
waters the flowers along the path.
It is the power to truly love.