Responsibility. Seems like something that ought to be so easy to teach. If you say you will, then do. If you create the mess, clean it up. If you hurt some one's feelings, do your best to help heal the wound. If the words you are about to speak are trash about someone else, don't say them. And yet, we don't seem to be able to do this responsibility thing very well. Nearly every day, I talk with someone whose feelings have been hurt or in some cases practically destroyed by another "friend". Somebody was looking at their girl friend or boy friend with "that" look. I don't know about anybody else, but there are some days that I am sure I look at people with some weird look because I have spent several hours in the middle of the night talking to someone who wanted to commit suicide. Or sat with someone who waits for their loved one to take that very last breath.
I find it very interesting that often the people who most want grace, have no grace to give, or better yet, believe that they have the right to dispense grace to whom and at the times that they find appropriate. The more I ponder this idea of responsibility, the happier I am that my God sets no limits on grace, that it abounds freely for all my weakness.