grace without claws

Why do we insist that grace be a tamed animal, all cuddly and cute? Why do we think grace—all soft, fluffy and clawless—must spend her days purring softly? Why isn’t grace allowed to roar like a lion and rip apart such evils as hatred, bigotry and an unforgiving heart? Is it because such ideas as kindness, gentleness and tenderness are deemed weak, silly, sentimental and, yes, tame? Maybe it’s time to let grace out of her cage so she can wreak a little heavenly havoc.