Probably one of the first strokes of grace in my life is my father's become totally paralyzed when I was eight years old, because it led me to become the kind of person I am now. Sometimes we understand grace only in retrospect. If someone were to ask me what grace is, I would probably respond, "It's all grace."
The water in a vessel is sparkling; the water in the sea is dark. The small truth has words which are clear; the great truth has great silence.