Occasionally a grace note sounds, high, lilting, ethereal,
to interrupt the monotonous background growl of ungrace.
Grace comes free of charge to people who do not deserve it and I am one of those people.
I think back to who I was—resentful, wound tight with anger,
a single hardened link in a long chain of ungrace learned from family and church.
Now I am trying in my own small way to pipe the tune of grace.
I do so because I know, more surely than I know anything,
that any pang of healing or forgiveness or goodness I have ever felt comes solely from the grace of God.
I yearn for the church to become a nourishing culture of that grace.
From What's So Amazing About Grace?
by Philip Yancey
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