And Mercy is its Name

The man sits.

The old man sits.

The old man sits facing out, gazing with non-expression, looking at the traffic as it passes by.  No movement.  Just stillness.  I am captivated.  Just a quick glimpse registers a myriad of questions in my thinking as I drive by.  Me in my van and this old man in his house looking out.

Why is the old man sitting there, looking that way?

Was it his choosing to be watching the cars go by?

Did someone place him there, in the sunshine to be warmed?

What was he thinking?

Lonely covers the scene. Lost-ness oozes.

For just a second or two, my vision assumes it all.  My inner being aches for the old man.  And I think, how sad.


This winter continues to whip and the cold stings.  I ponder: why must we endure the winter and its cold; the whip and sting of this life?

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Whipping and stinging of loss abounds.  Loss of income, of friends, of children, of ability, of security, of laughter, of love, of purpose.  All of it whipping and stinging.  Aches and sickness and disease step up the intensity of the season that mimics death.  In my imaginings, I become like the old man sitting, while lonely wraps around like a shawl and lost-ness overtakes me.

It is a hopeless place.


the balmy breeze surprises as it blows in and melts the frozen and drips in streams.

The smell of earth and the sinking in mud returns

and the sunshine is brighter.

And warmer.

I wonder: Where is the old man now?


All of this is a metaphorical painting and Mercy is its name.


I am reminded of God’s love for us.  Each one of us is seen by Him.  His vision of us assumed it all.  We are allowed to experience the winter so we can experience the spring.  We must endure the whips and stings to appreciate the blowing and melting and sun shining even brighter.

“But because of his great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions—it is by grace you have been saved.” Ephesians 2: 4

This is the hope-full place.


My inner being aches no longer and I prayed for the old man.

Green is on it’s way!  Spring follows winter and I am so glad.

And I am saying: Thank you God for your mercy on us!

  Lost-ness is no more.

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