It's that prayer you say at meals.
It's what you extend to the guy who cut you off in traffic.
It's a name for a daughter.
Grace
It's the arm around your shoulder at the graveside.
It's the soft eyes of your friend's favorite nurse at the cancer ward.
It's the weight of his arms across your waist when you decide it's never good to go to bed angry.
Grace
It's birthday cake with buttercream frosting.
It's the light from the candles.
It's the present you always wanted but never thought to ask.
Grace
It's the so much to your not enough.
It's the shine to your lackluster.
It's the double portion to your humble meal.
Grace
Sandpaper that rubs you wrong
while rubbing you better,
Like how an old dresser becomes art.
Grace
Broken, rusted parts of people
Are made new,
Like how an antique tractor shines.
Grace
It's not a rule,
Guilt or a formula,
Or rabbit in the hat trickery.
It's not a spreadsheet,
Or a scorecard,
Or abracadabra.
It's not crossing
your fingers in hope
Or wagging your finger in faces.
Grace
The language of angels,
Silent night in the dark sanctuary,
Head under the baptismal waters...
Can you feel it?
It's on you...
This light on your face...
Sword-sharp word of God,
Edge of the wedding gown,
Your reflection in the communion wine.
Grace
A broken hallelujah,
True North when everything has gone South,
God's stubborn love.
It pursues, finds, forgives, and binds
But not with chains.
God's stubborn love.
It's the gift of God's son forfeiting Heaven for you,
Not to condemn the world but to save us all.
God's stubborn love.
Grace
The first breath,
The last breath,
And every breath in between.
The miraculous,
the mundane,
The More.
It's extravagant,
It exceeds,
It avalanches you.
Grace
It's the Gift.
See how it Saves.
Beauty and glory.
Grab it.
Extend it.
Invite the world to....
Grace