If Christmas, at least for some, connotes gifts, then is there really any greater gift than mercy given?
Not mercy coerced or even pressured, freely given.
To have every reason to exercise the punitive, to exact revenge, to enter into a zero sum contract, mercy emerges like a wave that washes away the scars on the shore. “Here, try again,” she says. “Leave fewer marks. Or beautiful ones.”
Yes, have mercy. Give mercy. Receive mercy. Have mercy.