No one digs a grave for the broken rotting tree.
Exposing its inward parts, it lays exposed for all to see.
Though it gave shelter and shade, and a break from the troubling winds, dignity in its trouble escapes its mortal grasp.
Gone unnoticed all its hundred years, it goes unnoticed by the caring hands of its benefactors.
How long has this been true for man? Like a cow shot among the herd, the rest go about eating and drinking as if their fellow had never been.
Are we but animals? Are we not designed to live in God’s image?
Then where is mercy? Where is godly compassion? Where is patience among the days expectations? Where is dignity if we gather it only for ourselves?
Is this indeed, what Christ showed us?
Shall we honor a man only to cover him in dirt? Or at best, shall we attribute sayings to the things he did among us? Or will he carry testimony that a few cared deeply? Deeply enough to give what no one can take.
Dignity is a living cause. Many take it upon themselves to receive such from others. But you cannot snatch dignity from the air. If it is contrived it is apparent and useless. Dignity must be given, and that by humble hands.