I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Sunday, September 1, 2019
God can
“God's grace is not defined as God being forgiving to us
even though we sin. Grace is when God is a source of wholeness, which makes up
for my failings. My failings hurt me and others and even the planet, and God's
grace to me is that my brokenness is not the final word ... it's that God makes
beautiful things out of even my own shit
Nadia Bolz-Weber, Pastrix: The Cranky,
Beautiful Faith of a Sinner & Saint
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Whatever became of grace?
I am not talking so much about my sense of God’s grace
for me
That is a powerful and personal experience
When the Sacred in me
Rocks and Rolls
And opens me up to newness
To joy, and hope
To compassion and generosity
To love
When the sacred in me fills me
And moves me beyond my self
Giving me the capacity to move beyond
Those wounds I have accumulated
And picked at for years,
And brings me to a place more whole
Not completely whole, alas
For still I squat, at times in my own shit
But still
More secure in God’s love
Safer
More complete
Yes, I know Grace
But what has happened to our ability
Include others in grace
I know we try
I know we believe, if we have really listened to Jesus
That the grace of God is broader than we can ever image
But there are moments
At least for me, when I struggle
To grab hold of the reality that Grace
Can make up for the failings of those I believe are
systematically
Persistently
Profoundly
Hurting others and even the planet.
Is my God big enough to
Make up for their failings?
Am I willing to let them join me,
As I frolic in the fountain of Grace?
It is in God’s nature to make us whole
The fact is, Grace is for everyone
Will every one accept Grace?
Will every one give the Sacred a big enough place
That they are made new?
Perhaps not
But that is not something I am asked to determine
Or even judge
All I am asked to do is claim grace for myself
And believe
With all my heart
That a person’s brokenness is never the final word ...
And that God can make beautiful things out anyone’s shit
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