The kind responses to my last post have overwhelmed me with a sense of grace.
You - my readers' grace - but even deeper, the grace of God which bowls me over with its lavishness.
When I was on a team of teacher/preachers we would often call out the themes each one of us returned to over and over and over.
Mine was always grace. Always. Some might say I taught it too much!
And to that, I say no way! We can't teach grace too much. It is so counterintuitive to our striving, approval-earning human nature that it must be pounded into our heads over and over again.
I have been devouring the writings of an author named Robert Farrar Capon, because his words about grace finally reach the level of intensity worthy of the topic.
Grace is the celebration of life, relentlessly hounding all the non-celebrants in the world.
It is a floating, cosmic bash shouting its way through the streets of the universe, flinging the sweetness of its cassations (music) to every window, pounding every door in a hilarity beyond all liking and happening,
until the prodigals come out at last and dance,
and the elder brothers finally take their fingers out of their ears.(Robert Farrar Capon, Between Noon & Three: Romance, Law and the Outrage of Grace)
Every time I read some of Capon's writing, I get this stupid grin on my face and I remember why I love Jesus and his grace-flinging ways. He made the religious leaders so angry, not because he was too religious, but because the way he haphazardly offered grace to almost everyone he encountered seemed, well ... Irreverent! Irreligious! Disrespectful! Wasteful!
My friends, may you be stunned, amazed, gobsmacked, flabbergasted, and overjoyed by the good news of the grace of God in your life today.