Watching the men walk down the aisle in church in their robes with the boy in the lead carrying the cross high and watching them kneel down before the alter. My heart soars. It is like they are bringing us all before the throne of God and all of His angels. And worship begins. Confirmation class has been wonderful and today may have been my last 'real' day in class. I love how the class has outlined worship/service and this has opened my eyes to so much more than I ever realized - our prayers, our songs, the way we stand or the way we kneel or sit to receive instruction. We learned that one of our members lost his son this week and even though I didn't know his son my heart is torn. So many emotions and I feel so grateful and so loved knowing that God instituted this for our benefit. When I think of how our songs and our prayers are going to Him and so deeply into us . . .

Now back at home I've had some lunch and I started to watch The Grace Card on television. While watching television I was reading my Facebook wall and I saw the posts about the black teenagers who have killed an old white man and another set killed a twenty something white man from Australia and I saw the posts about the race baiters - Sharpton and Jackson and how they are silent - as is the President . . . all while watching The Grace Card.

There are people with rotten hearts who ache to kill. No normal boy would want to hurt an old man. How can any honor be gained by beating up and old man?!? I understand the need to rub it in someone's face about how their race does bad things too but we must extend Grace - always extend Grace - because next time it may be a child of our race who does something horrendous to another human being.

Watching The Grace Card on television and I just heard the best quote. "This Grace thing, it's always easier to receive Grace than it is to give it out."