Some things are worth repeating. I wrote this blog last summer and haven't thought of these particular words much since but Grace is always in my conversation, it's always on my mind. I'm amazed by Grace. I think one of the reasons that I am so amazed by it is that I never expect it. I always think I need to work a little harder, be a little better, write a little clearer. Then I receive Grace from someone who lets me know that without my having to do anything, I'm already enough, without having to change to something better, I'm already acceptable, and without another edit, my work is finished.
The Grace of God and the Grace of my friends has carried me through months that I now look back on with a sense of relief that I just got through them. I used the metaphor back in December of a seed, that I felt like a seed fallen into the cold dark ground. Sometime over this past week, that seed burst open. I reached the absolute lowest point emotionally, spiritually, mentally and all I could do was cry. But on the other side of that storm I found that the shell was broken and something fresh, new and tender is uncurling from my life, pushing toward the sun.
Does it sound like hyperbole? Maybe, but it FEELS great.
Daughter of Grace ~
A group of theologians held a symposium at Oxford to discuss world religions. One session was devoted to the attempt to isolate just exactly what element was unique to Christianity. Other religions claim incarnation, revealed scripture, prophecy, a personal God and so the debate continued. C. S. Lewis wandered in as they were in the midst of the question and asked what was on the table. After they explained he said, "Oh, that's simple ~ it's grace." Then he strolled back out leaving them open-mouthed.
Grace may be the defining characteristic of Christianity, but I have found few Christians would say they are walking in grace. It's easy to understand, it's the hardest thing in the world to incorporate grace into life. We resist extending grace to each other. Sometimes I think that we are worried that if people really understood grace they would take it as license to follow whatever impulse arose. But I find the opposite to be true. A verse in Paul's letter to the Romans ends, "...the kindness of God [Grace] leads you to repentance." That word repentance is a stumbling block for a lot of us. When I see it I think of the weird old guy on the corner shouting "Repent for the end is near!" Generally, I take it that anyone who is encouraging me to repent is asking for me to feel remorse, to wallow in self-loathing or to focus on regret for past action.
Repentance isn't about the past, it's about the future. Repentance is the action of turning to a new thing, rising to a new level, opening to a new experience. I can repent of anything. I can repent the fact that I regularly make sure dinner is on the table at 6:00 pm by letting the guys fix their own dinner. Repentance is not feeling, it's action. The longer I walk in relationship with God, the more I realize that He isn't nearly as concerned with how I feel as with what I do. My feelings are subject to rapid shifts and are influenced by my hormones, my allergies, and my dinner. The thing that God looks at closely is what I do in spite of how I feel. I'm not going to say that there is anything inherently wrong with feeling regret, but I fear that all too often we are content to feel the feeling and think that we've satisfied the need to repent.
I can't think of anything more likely to motivate me to try harder, to be softer, or to let go of my defensiveness than the awareness of unconditional love - grace. I'm a total sucker for positive reinforcement. If Tim walks in and says, "Wow! You really worked hard today. This place looks great." I have never once responded, "Oh, but look at that little smudge on the window, I just feel awful about not getting that off." On the other hand, if he walks in and says, "The place looks great except for that smudge ..." Well, lets just say it doesn't go well from there.
Somehow we've gotten the impression that walking with God is like trying to please the person who notices every little flaw, every mistake, and every stray thought. Even if we marshal that monumental will to try and live that way, soon our spirit is sapped of all joy and we are reduced to grim determination. I've known my share of the grimly determined, and frankly, they are not my favorite people to have around. Not only do they focus on all their short-comings, but they seem especially sensitive to my own.
On the other hand, I've been privileged to know a few people who were filled with grace. These people practice kindness toward themselves and understanding toward the people around them. They don't say, "You missed a spot here." If they even see the spot, they never mention it.
I have recently discovered the writings of Annie Dillard. She has some marvelous things to say but I found one passage that has haunted me:
"My back rests on a steep bank under the sycamore; before me shines the creek - the creek which is about all the light I can stand - and beyond it rises the other bank, also steep, and planted in trees.
I have never understood why so many mystics of all creeds experience the presence of God on mountaintops. Aren't they afraid of being blown away? God said to Moses on Sinai that even the priests, who have access to the Lord, must hallow themselves, for fear that the Lord may break out against them. This is the fear. It often feels best to lie low, inconspicuous instead of waving your spirit around from high places like a lightning rod. For if God is in one sense the igniter, a fireball that spins over the ground of continents, God is also in another sense the destroyer, lightning, blind power, impartial as the atmosphere. Or God is one "G." You get a comforting sense, in a curved hollow place, of being vulnerable only to a relatively narrow column of God as air."
from, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
That's a powerful image, but it is completely devoid of grace. The mystic isn't attracted to the mountaintop by some masochistic need to be destroyed but by the power of a grace so dynamic that it is beyond destruction. Grace changes people. The person that was on the trip up the mountain is a different person going down the other side. It is true that in a sense the person who was has been destroyed. But to focus on the destruction is to miss the glory and the wonder of the transformation. It is to weep for the caterpillar's loss of form when it emerges from its chrysalis a new creature.
Grace makes you repent. Grace draws you to a new place and a new understanding. Annie Dillard found comfort in the small curved hollow at the foot of a sycamore. God's grace holds you in the curved hollow of His hand.
Can you stand to read through another quote? This is part of the lyric to the song I'm so in love with these days:
She spent half her life working hard to be
someone you had to admire
Met the expectations and added something of her own
So proud of all that she had done
(Where was the glory?)
So proud of all that she had not done...
'Til she knelt beneath a wall that will could never scale
There she found the end of herself
Heard her own voice crying for help
And she was
Carried in the arms of love and mercy
Breathing in a second wind
Shining with the light of each new morning
Looking into hope again
Unable to take another step
Finally ready to begin
Born for a second time in a brand new place
Daughter of Grace
We must all depend on grace
Especially me.
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