blessed are we, the graced.
we who don’t deserve it, whose failures haunt us, the things we said, the things we left unsaid, the decisions and addictions and broken relationships that have ripple effects we still feel today.
somehow, we are the recipients of this mysterious gift. grace doesn’t erase the pain or harm we’ve caused, but grace is still for us, the redeemable.
and if we are, by implication, that means they are too. yes, even them. the rude, the estranged, the unforgiven, the selfish and the unrepentant
despite what we have all done and left undone, we are graced.
blessed are we who live here. In this mystery… in this scandal… of grace.