Lead Balloon

May 2, 2006, 5:37 pm
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I am ready a truly wonderful book, "Traveling Mercies" by Anne Lamott. It's my "break" from thinking about the house. I enjoy it every morning with my coffee; it has proven to be a nice distraction. A few days ago, I was reading a chapter on "grace", and loved these exerpts.  In order to get the full context of this particular story, you can click here.

Grace in the theological sense is that force that infuses our lives, that keeps letting us off the hook. It is unearned and gratuitous love; the love that goes before, that greets us on the way. It's the help you receive when you have no bright ideas left, when you are empty and desperate and have discovered that your best thinking and most charming charm have failed you; grace is the light or electricity or juice or breeze that takes you from that isolated place and puts you with others who are as startled and embarrassed and eventually grateful as you are to be there…

…Then out of nowhere I remembered something one of my priest friends said once, that grace is having a commitment to — or at least an acceptance of — being ineffective and foolish. That our best ideas and all of our bottled charm are the main roadblock to drinking that clear glass of grace, to feeling its cooling breeze. I remembered what Grace's stories were all about: self-forgiveness, and taking care of one another. And I also remembered what Jesus said to do: Feed the hungry, clothe the poor, help the cold people feel warm. 

Now, I'm not positive he meant that you should immediately order some overpriced room service food or wrap yourself up in the hotel's terry-cloth bathrobe or draw yourself a bubble bath. But maybe he did.

Again, it's probably helpful to read the context, but there is some beautiful language there that I went back and read over and over again. Just wanted to share.


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Love Anne Lamott and love grace. None of us could be saved without the amazing grace of God.

Remember Thursday is our national day of prayer.



Comment by Shirley

oh i loved this too…in fact, forwarded it on to Harrison, my priest. I will remember Thurs…

Comment by Mutha Deah

it’s truly just beautiful. i can’t wait to get to that part in the book.

Comment by Mary

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