I've just finished a little book that caught me utterly by surprise. For those who have the privilege of being around me regularly (ok, no scoffs folks) they have heard me talk non-stop about this book with a catchy title.No, the book is not a permissive book that gives the thumbs up to handing your beer to your arresting officer. Rather, this revelation of the grittiness of grace is an exhortation to live boldly.
Personally, I have fallen into the slough that characterizes grace as simply a religious catch-word adorning church kiosks. And, no, grace is not just what those ice dancers attempt to personify. Grace is so much more.
Cathleen Falsani's book courageously tells short stories of one person's "run-ins" with grace. Grace, Mrs. Falsani points out, is something "you cannot neatly package. It's somebody throwing their arms around you and saying, 'I love you, but you're an asshole.' Yes, you're my asshole, I envision God saying."
Now, that's refreshing.
