Once upon a time, a long, long time ago, I was an undergraduate sitting in a film studies class. I took the class because it fit my schedule, not because I was interested in film.

Grace is a hard notion. It is something that winds through life—simultaneously completely obvious and utterly mysterious.

Wind through leaves. Walking along a known wild way. Crisp grapes.

There is a story in the gospels about a man who has been robbed, beaten, and left in a ditch and the “Good” other who stopped to help.

Do you know what counts? All of it. All the little tiny things you don’t think matter do.