You’re in the checkout line buying milk. You grab a couple sticks of gum from the impulsive-shelves on both sides of you. You place the items on the belt and ask the cashier for three quarts of grace. She asks, “Leaded or regular?” “Leaded.”
It has to be the Catholic Church’s greatest recognition. Grace. Defined with all the opposites you can imagine – silent but talking to you constantly, hidden but incubating within your soul.
Grace blesses. She blesses the three things of our lives; mind, body, and spirit. Her image can be a soft rain walking through the park holding hands with the one you love. Hairs are getting wet and it looks like tears from their eyes. But it’s not tears. A hard snowfall will have her protecting you, keeping you home for a needed rest.
She’s not a solution. She may not even know the concern, problem or joy. She’s definitely not a feeling as we so often think of her. That would reduce her divinity from which she came and returns. She is always mistaken for courage but that suggests strength. There’s no arm wrestling with a gift from God. (I think God always has a way of winning.) She’s a blessed blessing with no beginning or limit. (Three quarts would hardly get you to lunchtime!)
You ought to meet and introduce yourself to this gift within yourself, a woman named Grace. This living and vibrant divine gift. It’s her pause during an argument that I like. Regretted words the instant they’re said. Hers is the moment before sleep that assures you that everything will be okay when everything seems screwed up. Watching your child take the risk of a swinging – separating feet from the ground allowing the body’s momentum to take over. The release is using her name. Releasing ourselves from ourselves and giving a green light inside ourselves for others to be themselves. (I think that’s using at least four quarts of her!)
All of life’s gaps are filled by her. So, I guess there are no gaps in our lives – those broken curves, that lost path, the joy you feel for no good reason becomes filled by her divine presence. That’s how we can say, “Hi, Mary – full of happiness, remorse, doubts and fears – Blessed are you among…”
The mere gift of life has filled us all with her. All of us, regardless of religion. I believe she is God’s first gift. Jesus even needed her to give his life for us. And, the Holy Spirit gives us seven versions of herself. (Boy, she spreads herself thin!)
“A woman named Grace gracefully walked into the room and graced us with her presence before offering to God a graceful prayer of Grace.” Five times in different ways in one sentence, is the way she works. Fluid, yet potent.
Keep the milk and gum. You already possess and cherish the woman named “Grace.”