For the record: judging, discerning, and choosing are part and parcel of life. From day one, our senses present the world to us and we’re off on the grand adventure. All is recorded in the Book of Life from cradle to grave. “Known but to God” can be recorded on every tombstone. And so, now we come to the death of the “great man”, Edward Moore “Ted” Kennedy. What constitutes this greatness matters. Of late, we have seen idols and iconic figures come to their respective ends. To judge, to discern, to choose is human, wisdom depends on it. Society learns and survives by it.
Let a merciful and just God judge the disposition of a soul. I’m okay with that for myself and others. What to make though, of hours and days and in some cases eons of public pronouncements and near cult worship. Senator Ted Kennedy died and now the myth begins, or has it been spun like a cocoon about him throughout life? For the butterfly to emerge, the cocoon must be broken.
I’m of the opinion that God isn’t wowed by the Kennedy legacy and I’m certain all spin stops before His throne. A face to face with God isn’t like Facebook, Twitter or even “Meet the Press”. Men may flatter us, but the truth is that pride goes before a fall. Before the Almighty, humility is the better garb.
For my part, I see that Edward Moore “Ted” Kenned, had it all; life lived to the full. He got the chance as the youngest of nine children born to a Catholic mother who practiced her faith, not birth control, to experience family, faith, power, love, fun, sin and foolishness. He got to make mistakes, ask forgiveness, build bonds of kinship and friendship. He got to roar like a lion and cry like a baby. I see, too, that this gifted and blessed man, failed to find it in his heart or philosophy to support the unborn, the un-named also conceived by the will of God, failed to grant them protection or welcome into the same life he so abundantly lived. May these, the Holy Innocents, now pray for him, their brother, offering the purest Innocent, the Lamb of God, to a loving Father who even Now, stoops to the lowly when they cry out for mercy. Lord have mercy!
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