I snaggd these from a devotional written by Pastor Chris Holowaty at Cornerstone Chapel in Medina, OH. I especially liked “Mercy faces her day with a black eye, a grin on her lips and her head held high.” Amen.

“Go and learn what this means: ‘I desire mercy, and not sacrifice.’ For I did not come to call the righteous, but sinners.” (Matthew 9.13)
Mercy is the tired lady at the checkout counter who fishes out a quarter for you when you’re a little short on cash for your gallon of milk as the line of people behind you loudly tap their feet and drum their fingers.

Mercy does not play by the rules – she’s probably forgotten them by now.

Mercy is the mom who takes her son out for ice cream after he brings home a note from his teacher delineating all the reasons why the boy will never amount to anything if he doesn’t learn to behave.

Mercy gets confused with weakness… until you try to show mercy.

Mercy is the kid with the mohawk driving his mom’s SUV who pauses long enough to allow you to exit the strip mall parking lot and merge into his lane even though it means he’ll get stuck at the red light.

Mercy makes justice dance until she collapses in a fit of laughter.

Mercy faces her day with a black eye, a grin on her lips and her head held high.

Mercy is the governor who jolts his conservative party by allowing a man on death row to live out the rest of his natural life.

Mercy courts with chaos.

Mercy is what gives you the courage to admit you’re nowhere close to being the person you thought you’d be by now without letting it bother you.

Mercy knows you’re guilty as sin and blows you a kiss.

Mercy’s best friend is humility – you rarely see them apart.

Mercy is a common yellow dandelion growing in the crack of the sidewalk that surprises you by its very existence.