The untamed breath of Grace

In our yearning to meet God, we are armed only with finite offerings: a finite measure of time, a finite reservoir of energy, a finite sum of material wealth. And yet, what we seek in return is the infinite—a boundless soul to soothe our weary being from the tremors of temporality, a whisper of eternity to quench our deepest insecurity.

We long for the infinite to reconcile our sense of separation, to reassure us of a worthiness we dare not claim without divine affirmation. We seek to bridge a chasm with steps that cannot span the distance. How, then, can finite feet traverse an infinite expanse?

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The meeting, when it comes, is not of our making alone. We must exhaust our offerings—purify the vessel, strip ourselves bare, empty our hearts of all but the purest longing. We give our all, and then, from beyond the reach of effort, comes the other side’s gift: a step not earned but given. A step we call Grace.

Grace cannot be bought. It cannot be traded or bartered. It comes as an unforeseen wind, a breath of the divine moving toward us when the way is clear.

And yet, if in my foolishness, I am not prepared. I stumble. I meet the darkest challenges on my way—the kind that shatter my assumptions and lay bare the raw and trembling truth of my limitations. These, too, are a gift, though I cannot see it at first. They carve me open, stretch me thin, and push me further along the way. Each one is a stern teacher, forcing me to let go of more, to long more deeply, to make space for a possible encounter that is not yet ready to come.

As a facilitator, I know this well: to promise grace is to lie. To fashion an idol of certainty from the mystery of the divine is the work of a charlatan. Grace eludes all guarantees because it belongs to no one’s hand. It is the answer to longing, but it is also the great untamed answer.

So when I stand before the gap, I offer only this: my finite steps, my trembling willingness to leap, and the surrender of knowing that I do not leap alone. Grace meets us there, or it does not—but either way, the journey has prepared us for the touch of the eternal.

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With infinite Love