The Dance of Grace

Sometimes the grey gives way and brilliance breaks through. Sometimes there are miracles, sometimes, in these shadowlands, goodness prevails, and sometimes we can see grace.

It came disguised as a prom.  A glance told of a well-appointed party.   Swaggering young men in black tie and dazzling young ladies in sequins and chiffon. They chatted and laughed, Shook, Gangnamed, and Shuffled. But it was not just a party; it was poetry that had escaped the page.  An astute observer could glimpse the extraordinary.

prom 1

In the curl of every manicured finger was a hand that felt different. In the crook of every suited arm was a companion with a unique perspective, at the handle of every wheelchair was an unexpected friend. It was the best of humanity concentrated into one beautiful moment.  To witness it was to witness grace.

“Hi! I’m Stephanie,” she said, to a young man with almond-shaped eyes, “I’ll be your host this evening.” She took his hand, and turned to his parents, “I will make sure he enjoys himself, we are going to have a great time.” She was seventeen, stunning, poised, and completely selfless. One after another they came to greet their guest for the evening. Young men gently leading young ladies to the dance floor, some kneeling down beside wheelchairs to facilitate conversation, young ladies patiently listening to a halting story; young men and women all pouring their life into that of another.

prom 2

Hundreds of volunteers, local businesses, experts in their field donating their skills, and generous contributions from a family of faith converged in the lobby of a converted movie theater and gave modern expression to an ancient mandate;

“When you put on a luncheon or a banquet,” he said, “don’t invite your friends, brothers, relatives, and rich neighbors. For they will invite you back, and that will be your only reward. Instead, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, and the blind…” Luke 14:12-13

I count myself among the most fortunate to have stood as witness. I have seen grace personified, and nothing will ever be the same.

A Night to Remember an event of Mission Church


2 thoughts on “The Dance of Grace

  1. What an absolutely delight to read about the prom. You described the evening exquisitely! I was teary upon reading it. You gave these young people a night they will never forget, probably will be one of the highlights of their lives. Bless you and all of the other volunteers. Jan

    P.S. I will callyou when I get back from the cruise to set a lunch date.


  2. This is wonderful. As the aunt of a little boy with Down’s, this touched me deeply. There are those who look beyond themselves and who are able to speak joy into the lives of everyone they touch…just by being themselves. When those people gather together and focus their attention….what a wonderous thing. Thank you so much for sharing, Vicki!!

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