Thursday, May 30, 2013
Reflections on life through the lens of MSR, chapter 77.
Yes, Lizzie had to do some soul-searching there ... it's a good thing she does have a soul, after all. But people presuppose that she'll learn from her mistakes, or, in fact, that anybody does.
Life is a comedy, and the comedy is that nobody learns from their mistakes, ever. They just go on repeating the same set of mistakes, over and over again, and the hilarious part is that they cry out about the unfairness of it all.
I have a daughter very good at doing this: when I impose justice, she cries out "No fair!" when, in fact, what she was doing was not fair, and the justice imposed is very fair ("put down your book until you put away your clothes on the floor, EM" EM: "No fair!").
Such is life: God provides a lesson, we don't learn it, and then there's the drama of it all.
The neat thing about this story is that both girls have chances to learn, over and over again, and they have the room to screw that up, even, and they have room to grow.
Let's see if they do.