Grace isn't always pretty.
It isn't always wrapped up in a perfect little package, topped with a bow, delivered to our front door, ready to be opened.
Sometimes it comes unexpectedly and brokenly and we can't understand it and we don't want to understand it.
The biggest grace of all came this way.
Christ on the cross:
battered
torn
bruised
shamed
bloody
scarred
deformed
mocked
condemned.
The cross wasn't pretty.
The people didn't understand.
It was grace, none the less.
No, grace isn't aways pretty. But it's always beautiful.
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