I'm reading a new book by Anne Lamott -- Hallelujah Anyway: Rediscovering Mercy. Here's an early excerpt regarding having a merciful heart (as encouraged by Micah 6:8): "I came here with a huge open heart, like a big, sweet dog, and I still have one. But some days the only thing that can cheer me up is something bad happening to someone I hate, preferably if it went viral and the photo of the person showed hair loss and perhaps the lifelong underuse of sunscreen. My heart still leaps to see this. . . . I'm not sure I even recognize the ever-presence of mercy anymore, . . . but I have come to believe that I am starving to death for it, and my world is, too" (p. 9).
I'll keep you posted as my reading continues. But, today, I wonder, does my merciful heart come out to play as often as it could?
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