Few Words, Gigantic Grace

[I have a guest post at Cara Meredith’s blog be, mama. be today, part of her series on the theme “Nothing is small, in fact …”. Here is the opening. Click on over to read the rest, and to find out all about Cara’s great blog.]


I was 29 and new to the Elder Board. I could blame my conduct that night on my youth and inexperience, but it was really a matter of sin. Prideful sin had a grip on me.

Almost everyone else on the board was at least a decade older than I, and a couple of them were old enough to be my grandfather. One of those older ones was the board chair.

Among the Elders

Don was a founding member of the church, going back to when it was a Bible study in a fellow veterinary professor’s home in the years just after World War 2.

And there I was on the board with Don as the chairman. You’d think this would have humbled me.

It didn’t. …

[Click here to read on at Cara’s place.]

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