The Souls of Sinners

My twenties were a haze of drink and drugs, but I retreated to meditation and abstinence by the age of twenty eight. I’m glad to say I recovered from abstinence at the age of thirty, in a measured way. Whereupon, I was amazed to discover it wasn’t the drink or drugs that made me sad – it was the stony hearts of ordinary people.

But I was reassured of God’s endless goodness by the fact that the dregs of humanity that leant up against the bar in my local pub, would buy you a drink with the last penny of their most recently fiddled pound.

I’d venture to say that it’s the warmth and generosity of the “twilight world” of the sinners and scallywags that will save us all in the end.

God doesn’t have much else to hang her hat on, as far as I can see.

© 2012 — Stuart Wilde.
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