What does it mean to give grace?

A little while ago, I realized how weary I had become of trying to live by the law. It is an easy quagmire for Christians to get stuck in, to sucked in by. After all, we are supposed to be people who live by the truth, to live in righteousness, to hold the line of purity.

But, I realized, there are simply too many instances in the gospels when Jesus extended grace in love, rather than righteous judgement.

For now, anyway, I am going to try out erring on the side of love rather than judgment.

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Martin Johnson Heade, Hummingbird and Passionflowers in the American Wing The Metropolitan Museum of Art for Alexis Rockman’s Artist Project 2015 episode. © 2015 MMA, photographed by Eileen Travell


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About Me

My passion for the Bible began when I was eight or nine years old, somewhere in there, when on occasion my dad would take me to synagogue, where he sang. I remember watching the men in synagogue pray the words of scripture, murmuring and weeping, lovingly touching and kissing the Torah, and I wished I could read what they were reading.

Imagine, then, my wonder when I was given a Bible of my own! Read more

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