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the viral qualities of good and evil

I'm reading Frank McCourt's "Angela's Ashes".  There is a point in the story where the main character, six years old, finds a raisin in his meager raisin bun (all the children at catechism have been searching for one) and, without thinking, gives it to a shivering, shoeless, ratty boy standing alone in a corner.  Most of the children jeer him, "feckin eejit", and even he can't believe what he's done and wishes he could have his raisin back.  These children are all suffering under the barbarous discipline of their obviously mentally unstable prefect.

I found myself in awe of how that image of God, the move to give Mikey the raisin while Francis longed to pop it in his own mouth, changed forever the way that the older Mikey treated Francis, five years the younger.  I believe that this is the power by which our world is redeemed and it is found in all of us with courage enough to deny ourselves and confound the lie that our worth is in our ability to acquire 'stuff', raisins....mere raisins.  It looks like Jesus.