Grace is a wonderful concept. I even love the look and the sound of the word in biblical greek—charis! But grace preceded the Judeo-Christian era. Several days I even quoted Aesyclus re “the awful grace of God” and Aesychlus lived some 500 years before Christ. But grace was not new even then. I believe grace much earlier had been a concept in the evolving human experience, first being articulated as imprecise grunts and squeaks millenia earlier when some man or woman, probably sitting around a campfire, experienced the Beneficense of the universe he/she lived in. Only much later did this “verbal imprecision” become more elegantly conceptualized and expressed. Remember that Revelations 13:8 describes Jesus as “the lamb slain before the foundation of the world”, meaning “Jesus” was “sacrificed” before the advent of the space-time continuum. Grace was something proferred to us in eternity past, something in the original germ of being.
For a poetic description of this concept, check out Wendell Berry’s poem, “The Peace of Wild Things.”
