Perhaps it’s the intensity of the buildings in our part of Hong Kong, the wonder of forty-story apartment buildings side by side by side. Perhaps that is why I felt challenged recently, while watching Christian music on my computer, that the visuals were beautiful church buildings or beautiful hills and mountains. I found myself asking, “Is there no beauty in the city, no grace?”
There was grace in the city, two thousand years ago, miracles and parables and a gracious Thursday meal. As for “a hill green hill far away,” the grace was pretty ugly.
Published on FB 2019.05.28
Grace on Wednesdays! That’s my shelter in my embarrassment for the Grace on Tuesdays typo, “hill green hill.” I’m covered by grace even when my grammar is bad.