I love Abhi’s language about the “hyphenated space between perspectives.” It really speaks to me and gives me hope for a more accepting and just world. —LD

It was my good fortune to grow up in the midst of human graciousness. I am reminded of my father, whose practice when visiting Mexico was to patronize street vendors and bargain up.

That the CLF hosts a weekly chat show called The VUU?

What do you think of when you hear the word grace? Maybe a dancer who moves with elegance and ease, the picture of smooth and graceful motion.

In "The Lanyard," one of my favorite poems by Billy Collins, he describes making a plastic lanyard to give his mother.

No one has ever had more inspiration or fun at their job than I've had over my almost-fifteen years with CLF. My colleagues on the staff are downright fabulous—so caring and committed, so daring, so willing to experiment and fail forward.

You've heard of a half-way house? Well, this was a quarter-way. For those who no longer needed a locked facility. But only just barely. The quarter-way residents had not been in jail.

Almost every Wednesday morning at my Lutheran school, we sang this song. No one taught us what the words meant, but over time I figured out that grace was somehow connected to a mysterious thing called the Holy Spirit, or, as I was first taught, the Holy Ghost.

Sometimes they just happen: grace-full moments; gifts from something beyond myself.

There are many ways to experience the idea of divine "grace."