Constance…here is why I chose my name. I wanna be this amazing…I wanna be this full of Grace and mercy.
Reader: these people lost their family members to murder and offer grace…and yet you still shun me because of your own perceived “loss” of a “perfectly good man” and your words consigning me to someplace “across a river which you won’t be crossing”…and your right to my face statements that I am demonized and in danger to my mortal soul…
…you have not even shed blood, been affected in any way personally…how bout a lil grace?
Don’t worry, I won’t soil you…hey if Jesus could take on human flesh and walk amongst us…going so far as to live inside you, and not become defiled, well I am pretty sure that you can interact with people you have shunned without ruining your Sunday Souls and risking getting dirtified.
How about we all walk in these magnificent footsteps, one to another, offering grace upon grace…seems like a good idea to me.