A few years ago I was helping with our Christian Experience Weekend retreat. Itâs a three-day retreat similar to Tres Dios or Cursillo. At the last possible moment, our cook backed out and was unable to help. So I volunteered to cook for the group. What was I thinking? The only reason my house has a kitchen is that it came with the garage! The opening day of this retreat, a good friend I had conveyed my misgivings to showed up with a neon green sign. It said: âGrace and Mercy Please!â I needed it! She also had one that read: âBless this Mess.â I guess she was equally worried, but I mustered through and didnât kill anyone . . . that I know of.