Grace

So, I know I said I would review P&P, and I will. But right now, I just have little comment to make about my evening. This evening, I went to visit a fellow psych grad-student. We made brownies and watched a movie. It was nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary, but I haven't felt so comfy in a while. Which is espescially ironic, becuase in many ways, this girl is Nothing like me. She lives alone, has almost no family, and advocates same-sex marriage. She is far more liberal than myself and has only been to church once since moving to California four months ago. In some ways her world has been a lot harsher than mine, in other ways our stories are very similar. But probably more than anyone else that I've met here in California, in fact more than almost anyone else I've ever known, with the exception of Boyfriend and a few others, tonight she offered me grace. I told about my life and she didn't judge or try to 'fix' my world. She just listened in compassionate silence, letting me tell my own story instead of framing it the way she wanted to see it. That kind of acceptance is rare in this world, and seems even more rare in Christian circles. We must always judge, always fix, always urge onward, instead of letting the other just sit and experience the pain.
I don't know if this girl and I will ever become really close friends, but I do know I have found a Minister of Grace, however unlikely. I now have an ally, oddly enough, although she is someone with whom I disagree with on many things. How odd, that I should have such a friend, and yet, I think, how good for me! Maybe I am growing?