My father once gave me a swan feather with the words grace medicine written on the quill. It bothered me a little, because I wondered why he thought I needed it, until I realized that we all need more grace.
The preacher at his service said that we are all better people for knowing him, and this is true.
He told me we must feed the hungry, clothe the naked, heal the sick and visit those in prison. It seemed biblical and grand, but he was able to fulfill these callings in subtle ways on a regular basis. He shared freely, helped the hurt, broken folks and even performed at Angola more than once. He was able to slow down and truly connect and share deeply with people in a respectful way. He reminded me of the power of my words and thoughts, as they are seeds.
I hope we can all share his grace medicine, with love in our hearts.
