five minute friday_GRACE


It is Five Minute Friday link up time again.

But this morning I feel like skipping.  It’s later than usual.  I looked at the word prompt “grace” and draw a… big… fat… blank,

“Maybe I should just finally get caught up with the third season of Downton Abby” I think

I write instead:


I look forward to Five Minute Friday each and every week.

On most weeks it is the only opportunity I have to write.

It is the last opportunity and means  I have available to connect with other women with things that really matter.

Those two sentences above, written about the reality of my life, produces an instant soft whisper, a light brush of despondency,

Halloween was yesterday.

I hate Halloween.  For lots of reasons.  But I have four children under the age of twelve and therefore it is a big deal, since we do not live in a secluded commune, though from time to time the idea is tempting.

Today is All Saints Day, historically a “Holy Day” (thus the “hallowed- eve” holiday that morphed into modern day Halloween on October 31st).

I announced “Happy All Saints Day!” {just as I announced “Happy Halloween” yesterday} to four sleepy, bed-head daughters, with unwashed faces, and bloated-post-Halloween-candy gorged tummies, who simply moaned and rolled over in response.

“We are leaning about All Saints Day today” I continue to announce later in the kitchen, in that purposely chirpy voice to my oldest two.  I decided to homeschool my big girls this year.

There is still no visible rise is enthusiasm.

Homeschooling today we looked at The Beatitudes Christ preached on His famous Sermon on the Mount.

“rejoice and be exceedingly glad, for so persecuted where the prophets before you”

is what we zeroed in on.

 Then turning to Hebrews 12:

“wherfore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us.  Looking onto Jesus the Author and Finisher of our faith, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame”

We went to the awesome and bi-annual book sale earlier this week.

For two hours I perused a literal warehouse of books marked down on this last day of the sale to: a buck a bag.

Literally, paying pennies for books.

I score and add to my cool, obscure, vintage book collection every year this way.

One such book was the 1964 copy of: Great Christians.

Originally a Sunday School Curriculum book.

We learned about the martyr Polycarp who lived in Smyrna in A.D. 155.

Yesterday, with a sadness and feelings of being deflated over everything, not even about circumstances in my life so much, though maybe a little, but largely of others, who I love and know, it became necessary for me to flop down and read a book.  In the quiet before the storm of Halloween night I plopped myself down on our living room couch.  Wood stove blazing nearby that warms inside and out better than any hot soup or thick blanket, I read the biography of Ignatius of Loyola Founder of the Jesuits (the society of Jesus).   I have been reading the devotional Sacred Space put out by the Irish Jesuits, and it has been such a blessing to me this year, I wanted to find out more about its Saint founder.

What does this have to do with Grace?

I have no idea.

Maybe, I am sharing this because, those who suffered-

the persecuted prophets Jesus tells about,

the cloud of witnesses, who kept the faith, without ever getting the prize (in this world), the writer of Hebrews tells us about,

those brutally martyred early Christians,

Ignatius of Loyola who, born into great affluence made the choice to go barefoot, wear a sackcloth, and would only eating food he received from begging,

did not simply lay around talking about how hard it is, hoping to find a way to muster up under it, and somehow “just get through it” with a heavy reflective sigh.

No, they had joy, they helped their fellowman who were hungry, sick, under social injustice, even as they were in a helpless state.

Most of all they told everyone about The Grace they received from God through Christ, who, by the way, suffered, went without, was often lonely, and died a horrible death.

Grace not only makes it worth it.

Grace makes the process, somehow beautiful, even as we despise the shame of it.  Just like Jesus; Who is not simply our humanitarian role model, but the Living God, in us, through the mystery of God’s Love and Grace.



Just don’t take my word for it:

Click on over to The Gypsy Mama’s Blog for more raw blog offerings on this Five Minute Friday

{most of them are much shorten than mine, honest,  cuz I don’t like to follow rules}.



2 thoughts on “five minute friday_GRACE

  1. stopping by from FMF – enjoyed your “not follow the rules” post 🙂
    and I totally agree – grace does make every part of this life more beautiful…even if we don’t see it till after the moment has passed – hey there is grace even in those missed moments – isn’t there?


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