There must have been a book—way down in the slush pile of manuscripts—that somehow slipped out of the final draft of the Bible. That would have been the chapter on how we’re supposed to recover from the criticism session in the Garden, and discover that we’re still welcome on the planet.…
The Welcome Book would have taught us that power and signs of status can’t save us; that welcome—both offering and receiving—is our source of safety. Various chapters of the book would remind us that we are wanted, even occasionally delighted in, despite the unfortunate truth that we are greedy-grabby, self-referential, indulgent, overly judgmental, and often hysterical.…We have to write that book ourselves.
— Anne Lamott
I do not at all understand the mystery of grace—
only that it meets us were we are
but does not leave us where it found us.