I like it when you say I am reconciled to old black men with daughters who are facing hostile troops.  I like it when you say I’m reconciled to poor whites and Kluxers and people whose ideology may differ from my own.  I kind of like that.  But I have trouble being reconciled to religious wealth, and I’m not reconciled to those structures.  But I am reconciled to every last person within them.

That is the scandal.  God was in Christ no longer holding our misdeeds against us.  With no exceptions.  That’s the scandal.  That’s the good news.  It is me and the church bureaucrats, who my guts may tell me are living in heresy.

Cheap grace, somebody is going to say.  Well, what’s the going rate of grace in Louisville these days?  What’s a pound of grace worth?  If there’s price on it, it isn’t grace- it’s a commodity, and we ought to go back to selling it.  Or, have we?

It is not cheap.  It’s the price of a lowly Galilean, hanging on a cross, outside a city, looking much like our own.  Amen.

-Will Campbell (Writings on Reconciliation and Resistance)