“Grace is God’s unmerited favor.”
I’m going to go ahead and claim that I wrote that sentence, even though it is part of my six month old scribbled notes that I made while on Wikki (of all places). I was working on a tab for this blog which explains why I would pick an often uncute theme: grace.
Wait! Red light! Am I tiptoeing around the stickiest theological debate of all time – for me anyway: Exactly where do toil and grace meet?
Know what I mean (jellybean)?
And…who, how, when and where is grace found? And why…of course we ask over and over, is toil and suffering so often what we associate with the experience of God being in our midst?
Let’s just put that on the chalkboard for now:
“Def.: Grace = God in our midst.”
So, let me explain
Tangent: here’s why I’m bogging down your computer with huge photos:
I just want to.
Want to bog mine down anyway. I was lucky enough to have scored a job for a couple of months at the end of the school year and that was a really wonderful experience. My title was “Communication Coach” for a Kindergarten student who is hard of hearing.
If I can get back into a routine to blog more often, I’d love to share more about my experience. It was just what I didn’t know I was praying for.
The huge pictures in this post? Because as soon as I signed my contract, I treated myself to a new printer that has a scanner so that I can try and organize old photos.
So far, what I have is an office and moving boxes that are a jumble of…
a jumble. In a room with stinky carpet.
(insert music or images that lead you to toil and suffer,
if my friend, you are on my side…)
“Oh, you weak, beautiful people who give up on such grace.
What you need is
someone to take hold of you –
gently, with love,
and hand your life back to you.”
~ Tennessee Williams