What is grace? I can’t say. I only know that I’ve experienced it — lived it, breathed it, fed upon it as my sole source of survival. Yet grace eludes me. It captures me and as I wish to contain it, to constrain it to the limitations of my words. Grace is like the sunrise stealing over my face and perspective. It evades — defies even — my apprehension. But then, perhaps it is not a word to be defined, as if one might grasp the essential element of the thing. Perhaps — like the silent promise of the sea or the phantom fragrance of wildflowers — perhaps the best understanding of grace lies only with its description. However much we may wish to voice the joy of its presence, limitation trains us to silence; we can only gasp–captured–in delight at its existence.
And I wonder what grace is like.
Sometimes grace is the tiresome toil of caring for another, that other-oriented labor that bars us from the soul-shrinking prison of a self-confined grief.
Sometimes grace is a prism of tears, that presents the world in colors of new perspective.
Sometimes grace is the first breath after the last great grasp of an agony that’s profound.
Sometimes grace alights with the voice of the dawn, whispering the promise a future hope.
Sometimes grace glares like sunlight across chambers of remembrance, dispelling vain half-phantoms of our former selves.
Sometimes grace falls like a shade, unblinding the soul to the griefs that other men bear.
Sometimes grace stands sentry, like the tight-lipped stare of stoic walls; ever seeing, never telling the fugitive tale of midnight weeping.
Sometimes grace walks in the darkness that mercifully shields the questioning heart ().
Sometimes grace comes as an aroma on the breeze — a feast for the body, a banquet for the soul, prepared for all who’ve been immersed in the icy depths of vain regret (). Grace pronounces pardon, and serves its fare by hands that are scarred.
“As they were eating, Jesus took some bread and blessed it. Then he broke it in pieces and gave it to the disciples, saying, ‘Take it, for this is my body.’ And he took a cup of wine and gave thanks to God for it. He gave it to them, and they all drank from it. And he said to them, ‘This is my blood, which confirms the covenant between God and his people. It is poured out as a sacrifice for many'” ().
Taste and see that the Lord is good ()…