Showing posts with label all is grace. Show all posts
Showing posts with label all is grace. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

June Catholic By Grace Article

It's All Grace

Wilda Staton requested the same song each time Dad invited his little Wesleyan congregation to call out their favorite hymn numbers. Mom would nod her head at the request and quickly thumb through the hymnal at the piano. My sister and I watched Wilda as the rest of the congregation began singing “Amazing Grace.” That’s when her eyes always filled with tears, and we would stare at her with concern. Tears without pain or disappointment didn’t make sense to us.

My sister and I sat with Wilda during worship services because Mom was usually seated at the piano and Dad was standing at the podium. The gentle middle aged woman would keep the two of us quiet and happy. We loved her with that fierce love that children sometimes have for grownups who aren’t connected to them through familial ties. That was Wilda. She didn’t have to love us, but we knew she did.

Wilda Staton lived a difficult life. Her husband had died of some disease, the name of which I can no longer remember. Wilda’s failing mother lived with Wilda and her two half-grown sons. Lyndsey and Loren were the modern equivalent of Huckleberry Finn and Tom Sawyer – completely incorrigible.

When I was in first grade, Wilda died in a car accident. She met another driver at a blind intersection, and suddenly Wilda wasn’t there to sit with us in church anymore.

Her life was tragic from top to bottom. And yet, she was the one who first taught me about grace.
During my Protestant childhood, I learned that GRACE was an acronym for God’s Riches At Christ’s Expense. I’m still not sure what that means.


And there was the other Protestant definition that blended grace and mercy in such a way that it was impossible to differentiate between the two. “Grace is God’s gift of undeserved mercy.”
So what is grace?


Grace is anything that helps us to live in Christ, grow in holiness and remain on this journey toward sanctification. St. Paul writes in his second letter to the Church at Corinth, “God is able to make every grace abundant for you, so that in all things, always having all you need, you may have an abundance for every good work” (2 Corinthians 9:8).

As St. Therese said “Tout est grace” or “All is grace.” If you belong to Jesus Christ, then it’s all good. It’s all grace.

Grace comes the day we bury a husband or care for an ailing mother. Grace is there when we’re raising our children, even if our children are as difficult to raise as Huckleberry Finn and Tom Sawyer. Grace shows up when we lift our voices and sing our favorite songs - letting the tears fall. Grace finds us when we care for someone else’s children, when we teach them, and when we love them. And grace is there when we meet another car at a blind intersection.

Wilda taught me more about grace by her living and dying than I learned from any sermon, Bible school class, or Sunday school lesson. Grace is God working in us and through us and with us, so that we can live the life of Christ always and everywhere.

It is not a one time shot in the arm.

It is not some clever-sounding acronym that lacks real meaning.

It is found in the nitty-gritty daily living of the faithful Christian who doesn’t give up. It is a gift that flows from baptismal waters and keeps on flowing into the deepest roots of our souls. It shows up when we need it and to the degree that we need it, so that we can weather any storm.
Why must we have a solid understanding of grace? A poor understanding destroys our ability to grasp what Sacred Scripture means when it says that we are saved by grace or that His grace is sufficient or that Mary is full of grace. The definition matters . . . because a faulty definition compromises Truth.


Tout est grace.

It’s all grace. Anything that draws you closer to God and helps you to live out your calling, anything that keeps you close to God . . . that is grace.


Grace: Free and undeserved help that God gives us to respond to his call to holiness.

Sanctifying Grace: the grace we receive at baptism. This is a permanent disposition that points us toward God and helps us to live in keeping with God's call.

Actual Grace: God's intervention and support for us in everyday moments of our lives.

Sacramental Grace: Gifts of the Holy Spirit that we receive during reception of the sacraments.

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Friday, July 17, 2009

Snakes and Honey Bees and extra helpings of grace

We have a four-acre yard. This time of year, we spend hours cutting it. Well, actually, my husband spends hours cutting it.

Yesterday, I decided to be a good wife and take him a glass of ice water. I started my trek across the back yard. He saw me coming and stopped to wait. I handed him the water and told him I don't like walking in tall grass. . . I'm always looking for snakes.

He laughed. John knows my phobia. It is unusual for me to strike out across the yard, my feet bare. But, there I was, feet unshod.

As I walked back to the house, I kept my eyes on the grass two feet ahead of me - just to be sure no wiggly-thing was waiting for me.

And that's when I felt it. The stinging in the arch of my foot. I had been so worried about an unlikely thing that I completely forgot about the thousands of honey bees that are enjoying our clover-covered back yard.

To add irony upon irony. . . as my foot hurt like blue blazes, the line of a song kept going through my head. The song was stuck there - had been stuck there for some time. But now it seemed incongruous with the stinging pain in my foot.

The song?

A line from a responsorial psalm from Mass, one of the familiar ones the cantors call us to sing between the readings of Sacred Scripture.

I will sing your praise, my King and my God. I will sing your praise, my King and my God.

I smiled to myself. I am not a strong Christian. Sure, I'm working at it, but there are many things yet to perfect. And one of them is how I respond to pain. I usually complain. Sometimes I get angry.

I rarely praise God.

Yet, there I was. Praising Him. And I realized, as I so often do, that everything really is a moment of grace - if we (I) would have eyes to see.

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Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Keeping Your Own Conversion Journal


Probably one of my most precious things is the journal I started writing in December of 2003. I started it because my husband suggested that I write down my thoughts as I watched my father go through a terrible health crisis.



I took John's advice. It was the best advice I have ever received.



In the two years to follow, I filled up three spiral notebooks. I didn’t realize I was capturing the transformation of my soul. I was just writing words. Thoughts. Doing something that seemed cathartic. But those spiral-bound thoughts are very dear to me today, as I stand on this side of that profound conversion.



In The Way of the Pilgrim, the writer quotes one venerable Callistus Telicudes who says, One ought not to keep thoughts about God and what is learned by contemplation, and the means of raising the soul on high, simply in one’s own mind, but one should make notes of it, put it into writing for general use and with a loving motive (French 51).



If you don't keep a journal of your faith journey, I highly recommend that you start doing it. Begin by reading and responding to the daily readings at Mass. If you cannot go to daily Mass, read them on your own. Jot down your thoughts. Don't stop there. Write about anything. Write about everything. Life contains many spiritual metaphors. See if you can start recognizing them in your own life.



All is grace - as St. Therese said. If you pay attention to your life, you will begin to see that she was right.

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Sunday, February 1, 2009

The Contemplative

The Contemplative: Teach me to sing, St. Therese.

Let joy flow through me, or suffering.
A wave that cannot be turned back.
Until all is forgotten,
and All is remembered.

See what the tide may bring.
There’s something to keep for another day.
The Spirit, a wind that cannot be contained.
The spirit, with a child’s eager feet.

One that stirs up joy, and deposits it like shells
along the shore. One that runs to find the treasures
before they are carried away.

This is not a joy that says I will not suffer another day.
Nor dances like a hedonist.
Nor shouts at fear and says you will not come again to this place.

She is a child’s soul, a new bride’s soul,
that acts in joy,
embraces peace, and says to suffering,
you must come again for a visit.
I will let you in.
And I will find joy even then.

Because all is grace. . .

-D.E.B. (copyright 2009)
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