Grace on Tuesdays
A friend asked, and we did—talk. But another time recently it was a stranger, the guy next to me at lunch at the conference. He didn’t ask; we just started talking. Of course, some conversations can be artificial or manipulative. But then there are the ones that are real, that promise more another time, even. I “find” myself because I am connected with you in the conversation. Which is surely part of what’s going on when we talk with the Word made flesh, in grace.