Finding Grace for the Hustle and Bustle
I'm over at Altarwork, talking about grace (it's kind of my thing, ya know?). I had just left a work meeting at Children’s Hospital and was walking across the parking deck. The place was packed. The concrete citadel was loaded with automobiles plus hurried and worried people. It had taken a long time to even find a parking spot.
I was weaving through the maze of cars and traffic, trying to remember where my car was, when out of the blue, a man zipped up behind me in his little black BMW and blared down on his horn.
To say that I was startled would be inadequate. He nearly scared my lunch back out of me.
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