“We couldn’t have been more different, the four of us. Tess, the intellectual, the writer, the one who had poetry and storys running around in her head all the time. Liz, the radical, with her hard edges and her thick bright armor. And Grace, who I called the moral compass…the morality police…she wasn’t so much trying to control me as to protect me.”
After their college graduation, the girls make a pact to keep in touch via a circle journal as a “a kind of lifeline that bound us together.” As time passes and life happens, the circle journal becomes a shield behind which to hide the not-so-shiny truths from one another. When Grace receives a terminal diagnosis, she decides “it’s way past time we negotiated these friendships in person and extends an invitation for a weekend getaway in the mountains as “a tribute to the memory of a friendship that had endured…The gift of friendship that has endured for thirty years…the opportunity to find out whether that friendship can hold up under the weight of truth.”
Confession precedes reconciliation. God already knows our sins, but He calls us to confess them in community because He knows the power of speaking “the works to another human being out loud where she can hear them reverberate against her own eardrums, watch the reaction on human faces and in human eyes, receive the words of consolation–or condemnation–from human lips.”
“If her friends–flawed human beings–could accept her, weep with her over the wounds life had inflicted, embrace her without condemnation or judgment, what made her believe a supposedly loving deity would do any less?..That’s what spiritual life is like…The glory we experience in relationships, whatever we know of love and faith, is a reflection of something far behind our imagining…It’s a promise…They surrounded her, embracing her. A circle of blessing. A circle of grace.”