Grace

Whatever Your Tomb Is, You Are Risen

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“Here’s a message you probably won’t hear at church this morning–YOU ARE RISEN, now get the hell out! That’s right, you are risen–not just Jesus, but everyone, all of us, risen indeed. That’s the Gospel, period.

So I say unto you, whatever your tomb is, you are risen, now get the hell out!

Maybe for you it’s fear. Maybe it’s insecurity. Maybe it’s procrastination.

Whatever your tomb is, you are risen. For Christ’s sake, it’s time to leave.

Push away the stone. See beyond your window. Awaken to the universe.

The fire of a thousand suns blazes within you. The bravery of an ever expanding cosmos quakes within you. The beauty of God Herself radiates from you. Just the smile on your face sends the demons trembling in hell.

No more time for weak knees or timid reservation. No more time for rehearsed excuses or bowing to your naysayers.

Whatever your tomb is, you are risen, now get the hell out!

Be your badass gay self. Be your unstoppable transgender truth.

Love the empath within you. Adore the misfit that is you. Embrace the brokenness that haunts you. No more shrinking back, no more conforming to a bigoted world.

No, you didn’t get the childhood you deserved. No, you didn’t get the apology owed to you. No, you didn’t get the life that you wish you would.

Yes, people have misunderstood you. Yes, people haven’t accepted you. Yes, people have hurt you.

Will those be the verses that embalm you?

I say unto you, whatever your tomb is, you are risen, now get your ass out!

The world can’t change without you. The world will never be the same if you’d just be you. Tombs are made for dead people, stop carrying yours around with you.

You are risen, now get the hell out!

Will the song inside of you never get sung?

Will the divinity that is you never be owned?

Will the salvation of another never come in your refusal to fully be you?

This is Jesus speaking, is this microphone on? Whatever Easter is to you, this is what Easter is to Me…

YOU ARE RISEN, now get the hell out!

Grace is brave. Be brave.”

– Chris Kratzer, author of Leatherbound Terrorism

You Are Accepted

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“I have come to the autumn of my life and a kind of summing-up time. Every day increases my awareness that grace has been my constant companion. I have soared on the wings of the morning and stumbled in the abyss that’s hidden in the night, only to hear a voice saying, “Yes, always yes.”

Paul Tillich speaks of this grace: “Sometimes at that moment a wave of light breaks into our darkness and it is as though a voice were saying: ‘You are accepted. You are accepted,’ accepted by that which is greater than you, and the name of which you do not know. Do not ask for the name now; perhaps you will find it later. Do not try to do anything now; perhaps later you will do much. Do not seek for anything; do not perform anything; do not intend anything. Simply accept the fact that you are accepted.”

– Jeff Grace, Traveling on Grace Street

Every Step Is Grace

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“Grace is like a thread running through our lives that is more than adequate for every circumstance, every detour, and every step we take, and nothing can separate us from this grace. It is never about me. It is never about you. It is always about tapping into the amazing grace of Love.”

– Jeff Blake, Homestretch: This Journey on Grace Street

Good Medicine

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“If laughter is good medicine for the soul, deep belly laughs are the pot we may smoke. I think I am finally beginning to understand that verse in scripture, “Unless a grain of wheat falls to the ground dies, it cannot live.”

Death ain’t such a big ole thing if you have already died to live more fully and deeply and abundantly.”

– Jeff Blake, A Year on Grace Street (October 13)

Grace Is

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“There are a hundred ways to say grace. Grace is the chair in which we sit. Grace is an eraser. Grace is the red nose of a clown who blows up long balloons to form a poodle and makes us laugh. Grace is a redheaded woodpecker perched on the branch of a tree. Grace is the wings of a bird, the waves of the ocean crashing to the shore, the first coffee with a new friend, a baby’s cry, a candle chasing the blues away. Grace is the evening sun that turns the trunks and roots bronze. Grace is the first magnificent light of the early morning when the earth is more still.”

– Jeff Blake, Traveling on Grace Street