The Grace of Chanterelles

One Sunday morning in an autumn long ago, I woke up, prayed, and drove not to my church meeting but into the woods. And I worshipped there.

Grace, or charis in the Greek New Testament, is what is given to the undeserving. I knew what grace was, I had experienced it repeatedly, I had practically been beaten over the head with it (as God can tell you, I’m …