Sonny and friends pose for a picture.

People call me, “A man of faith”. The truth is I have a tiger by the tail and I can’t let loose, kind of like my dog, I just don’t keep biting it. I guess the fact that somehow, I do believe God will come to the rescue is “faith”. Honestly, I feel more like the beneficiary of a great deal of grace.

I had a dream about grace the other night. I dreamed I was a child lost in a large crowd in a perverse carnival, I could find no one familiar and everything looked foreboding and hostile. I was scared and felt doomed. Then this large gentle hand hoisted me up on a powerful shoulder and I could see above the crowd. I knew I was safe. That’s grace. And, that’s God! Sometimes, He even sends beat up old messengers like Sonny Weimer. He has been a great encouragement to us this month, but he’s no angel. Pure grace!