A creative lesson to teach manners became an alternative lesson in restoring a place for grace.
Isn’t it just like life to slap us in the face with irony? I am immediately red faced as I recall the many situations when I have taken on the role of pig police with family, friends, co-workers and even complete strangers. How about you?
Lest we suffer from temporary memory loss, how about the parent in the grocery line who is in possession of a wild monkey instead of a child? Or the family member who didn’t follow through with a commitment. How about the friend who only calls when they need something?
There is no room for perfectionism and performance in the realm of grace because by its very nature, grace thrives apart from both.
Grace flows freely and is not bound by black and white judgments.
Grace sees beyond the moment and captures the big picture.
Grace cannot be given in law but is gifted in love.
Operating in grace is not easy, but living an authentic life and stepping outside of our comfort zone is what grace requires.
I can safely say the wooden pig has been retired and will never find its way onto the dinner table again. In its absence you will find mismatched place settings, an occasional escaping burp and a giggle, elbows on the table and enough grace to cover a multitude of bad manners.
Should Miss Manners ever decide to join us for dinner….well….we will at least make sure to say, “Please” and “Thank You,” and we will be sure to offer her an extra measure of grace should we make our way into her column.