Musings on Grace

Two weeks ago, as part of our God at the Movies V series, Journey’s Teaching Pastor, Ed Noble, looked at the film Amazing Grace. My opinions on the low-quality film-making aside (I was one of two on the Weekend Design Team who didn’t like the film), Ed’s message and the overall flow of the service was something to cause awe. Heading in to the series, we knew we wanted to create a package in which the notion of grace could be experienced, not just talked about. What culminated was nothing short of a God-inspired moment. Looking back, it was one of those moments of wonder - moments we are always striving to create in our weekend services.

One of our pastors, Rod Kaya, set up the package, reminding us that, while grace has a definition, it is very rarely understood. It is something that we can think about, but it is harder to grasp, let alone experience through words. From there, we played a video piece that set-up some of the history of the hymn “Amazing Grace” and John Newton’s legacy as a slave-trader turned priest, a true story of God’s grace. The piece was synced to Yvette Flunder singing an a capella version of the prolific first verse.

Following the video, was a dance wonderfully choreographed by Pamela Turner and performed by she and Megan Merk. Pamela did a wonderful job in capturing the essence of grace. It wasn’t a “pretty” dance - something her and I both did not want for the piece. However, it was a dance that capture the raw emotion and picture of grace in people’s lives. (Rod posted a sort of bootlegged recording of the dance here).

When the dance finished, the lights faded and we returned with another video piece. Inspired by Philip Yancey’s What’s So Amazing About Grace?: Visual Edition, the piece was an experience of grace in the most visual way (selected images below). Combining text and black & white photographs (and Jonathan Elias’ moving composition “Move”), the video expressed the scandalous nature of this thing called grace.

Now, in the interest of full disclosure, I must admit that I am the creator behind the piece. Most people didn’t realize, because it flashed for just an instant, but I included myself in the myriad of images of people touched by grace (third image below). I am not writing to brag about the piece or to gain attention for my work. I am writing this post to say that I am a person who has learned to better understand grace. I am writing to say that, along with images of Martin Luther King, Jr., Adolf Hitler, members of the KKK - stands my photo - a person marked by sin; yet, a person who grace is afforded. I do not fully grasp its entirety, but because of circumstances and the path of my pursuit (and at times anti-pursuit) of God I have come to gain a more deep and real knowledge of grace. I have learned it’s wrinkles. It has become palpable, known, experienced.

Such grace causes me to have “a wretch like me” understanding that Ed mentioned in his message. Such grace causes me to face the fact that I am not the sole receiver of this grace. Scandalous grace, grace that melts ungrace, is given to members of the Ku Klux Klan, transsexuals, Christians, philanthropists, children and drunks. I have learned that the limits of grace’s reach are endless. It is precisely that fact that affords me grace. I have learned that grace, in an unfair and illogical way, is afforded to all…even to someone like me.