Sometimes you just can’t poke at, make fun of, or be sarcastic about the slice of life that just plopped onto your plate.
In a 10 day span, June 17-26, 2015, we experienced numerous lessons about “grace.” In some ways it was a tough 10 days and in other ways it was a grace-full and grace-filled week.
No one ever told me that having grace, showing grace or experiencing grace would be easy. I don’t know why I assumed it would be.
This was the week that SCOTUS showed its humanity, its grace. Thank you for the rulings this week on marriage equality (Why did it have to go to any court?), establishing the ACA as a part of the fabric of the safety net every American deserves, and acknowledging that though inequality may be unintended, it’s still inequality (Fair Housing Ruling).
Maybe The Supremes should pose for their next formal photo in rainbow robes.
During this span, we also experienced and heard grace from our President. And we witnessed grace from the families of the nine murdered members of the Emanuel AME church in Charleston. Is it ironic that we now have Blacks showing, preaching and teaching grace to Whites? Or was it always that way and we missed it?
Lost in the media blitz of SCOTUS and our President were two other opportunities to exercise grace in our lives.
Can we understand poor Joyce Mitchell, the woman who was duped by the murderers who escaped from the Clinton Correctional Facility? How lonely, unloved and vulnerable she must have felt to get involved with the two men. Doesn’t she as a human deserve our grace? Our forgiveness?
Do we dare show grace to Dylann Roof, who killed nine African Americans because they were black? If the families of the vanquished can let their grace be shown, is it not imperative that we do, too?
No one ever told me that showing grace would be easy. But then, that’s why it’s amazing.
“Amazing grace how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost but now I’m found,
Was blind, but now I see.”
Just sayin’ …