Missed Connections in Asheville
A Good Man Is Hard To Find
I read a post earlier about a man that experienced a missed connection with a woman in a supermarket…
a domestic saint of sorts.
In Flannery O’Connor’s A Good Man Is Hard To Find, a family traveling to Florida picks up a hitchhiker.
A criminal.
An escaped convict.
A Misfit.
The family continues their conversation about the miracles that Jesus performed to which the Misfit sneered and questioned.
The conversation continued on for a while.
At one point the grandmother looked at the Misfit. She looked into him. Into his heart. His soul. She told him that she knew he was a good person. A good man. And then the Misfit shot her dead.
He shot her three times.
O’Connor often wrote about grace and humility. Transcendence.
And the grotesque characters we meet along the way.
Her Two Cents
“And the grotesque characters we meet along the way” is an apt description of some of the people whose paths intersect with ours. Sometimes we see these creatures coming and duck out of the way, other times we’re flat out ambushed and left for dead on the side of the road. Decisions are made for better or for worse and the resulting actions aren’t always what we expect (are they ever?)