Godric: Of Peregrine Small and how Godric came to prosper in trade

"...nothing human's not a broth of false and true..." claims Godric as he relates a tale of misfortune for Peregrine Small. And doesn't that just about sum up our life. With moments of truth, we perhaps demonstrate to our friends and family the good that was intended for us all. God looks down from heaven with satisfaction and says, as he did at the very start, "It is good."
We happen across the haggard old man, his beard greyed and stringy, and our heart yearns to help. We haven't much in the way of money at the time, but in a place tucked away from the world, we pray for him. It is a moment of truth for us. No one is looking, all eyes are closed. It is a solitary moment when the truth of who we want to be shines at its best.
And that moment is added to the broth of our life.
Or, we happen across the haggard old man, his eyes greyed and tired, and our heart quicks to judge. Our pockets are filled with coins and cash at the time, but in a place tucked away from the world, we barely even pity him. It is a moment of falsehood for us. No one is looking, all eyes are closed. It is a solitary moment when the falseness of who we pretend to be shines at its worst. And that moment, also, is added to the broth of our life.
Both are mere moments. On the one hand, grace is given, the other mercy is needed. In the final analysis of our life, when the broth of truth and falsehood has simmered quite long enough, we must rest only in the knowlege of a loving and forgiving God, and hope that the two separate enough to show the truth of our hearts.