I didn’t grow up saying grace. I didn’t grow up thinking ‘grace’. I didn’t understand grace, and I couldn’t define it. But after nearly thirty years of adulthood, and being an active Christ-follower, I was pretty sure that I could define “grace” in a pinch.
Until recently.
I was reading Colossians in my Greek Interlinear New Testament. (Don’t be too impressed…I only know enough Greek to be dangerous.) I was looking at the word translated as “thanksgiving” or “gratitude.” It looked like “eucharist.” That can’t be right. Eucharist has to do with communion, I thought. I never was sure, in my liturgical childhood, exactly what the word meant, but I assumed it meant ‘communion’…and by communion, I meant the Lord’s Supper, the bread and the cup offered to the congregation. (more…)
Winnowing...sorting the wheat and chaff of my thoughts 