“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.”
“When you’re able to acknowledge that many people are choosing different things; they believe differently; they want differently; they act differently, and when you understand that all of that adds to a more perfect whole, and that none of that threatens you-because the only thing that affects you is what you’re doing with your own valve-then you move about freely and joyously.”
“There may be a thin line between tears and laughter. They are connected. Tears may end as laughter begins or just the opposite may occur. They can even be simultaneous like sunshine and rain.”
– Jeff Grace, Homestretch: This Journey on Grace Street
I believe when I took this photo last November it was the last time I would be in the same room as Jeff. I think deep down I knew it when he left. I think he did too. We all hugged and had lots of laughs during his brief visit. You will always be loved and remembered Jeff. Rest in Peace brother. Grace will carry all of us home. See you on the other side.
“Your enjoyment of the world is never right, till every morning you awake in Heaven: see yourself in your Father’s palace; and look upon the skies, the earth, and the air as celestial joys: having such a reverend esteem of all, as if you were among the angels.”
– Thomas Traherne, Centuries of Meditations, 1st Century 28 (1665)
The New Child who lives where I live Gives one hand to me And the other to everything that exists, And so the three of us go along whatever road we find, Leaping and singing and laughing And enjoying our shared secret Of knowing that in all the world
There is no mystery And that everything is worthwhile.
“You are asking, “Is there any possibility that I will ever grow up?” There are all the possibilities. For the humble heart everything is possible, for the egoist nothing is possible. For a person who can accept that “I am nobody,” all doors suddenly open, all the mysteries of existence become available. For the man who can say, “I do not know,” a miracle becomes possible. In his acceptance of not knowing he starts becoming wise because he starts becoming like a child, utterly innocent.”
“When I look at the galaxies on a clear night – when I look at the incredible brilliance of creation, and think that this is what God is like, then instead of feeling intimidated and diminished by it, I am enlarged . . . I rejoice that I am a part of it.”