A Blossoming of The Senses, The Soul And The Grace of Forgiveness

                                                 

I've read time and again that when one loses one of their five senses nature takes over and enhances one or more of their alternate senses in order to compensate.   Case studies prove that when one loses their sight, their hearing improves beyond that which existed before.  Deaf people are often characterized as having superior observation skills to better cope with their new "natural world".  That would certainly indicate that, when all senses are functioning, we are probably not using our god-given sense to their full capability.

Can one even imagine what the superior state of the human being would be if we could use all of our senses to our full capabilities?  Life would most likely be one constant five dimensional spectacular!  It would certainly make 3-D movies look drab indeed!

I've often wandered about marvelous people who seemed to have a supremely developed "sixth sense"; that marvelous capability to sympathize, empathize and fully feel, within themselves, the pain and suffering of others and rush in to provide aid and comfort.  It seems that the souls of these people just blossom outward and upward and rain blessings upon those who most need it.

I think of a Martin Luther King who witnessed the oppression and injustice of his brethren.  Despite the hundreds of death threats he bravely led a crusade for political and social equality.  In the face of hate he offered love.  When his cause was most in threat he plodded on, all the while maintaining the dream of "someday".

I look at the life of Mother Theresa who might have chosen the life of quiet rectitude, sheltered by a collective nunnery, choosing instead to live amidst dire poverty and disease.  How could one have lived in the realm of ultimate despair and persevere?  It seems incredible that one could live...and thrive when confronting the demons of death and disease.

I don't suppose many of us are capable of a refinement of the soul so profound.  Perhaps our creator's acceptance of this frailty is his greatest gift to us.  He seems to ask only that we do our best.

Our scientists have proved that we are capable of doing far more with our physical senses, yet God, like a loving parent, says to us "just do your best, my child".  I can't imagine a greater grace than the grace of forgiveness.