The title of this essay arose within me while I was on a flight from India to Melbourne. At the time, I was reflecting on the place of grace in relation to God’s action within humanity. The face of an Indian girl I had witnessed floated across my mind. Tears welled in my eyes and gently rolled down my cheeks. Her face had left an indelible impression upon me. He face personified human woundedness, which then compelled me to wrestle with the question of God’s grace in the face of woundedness.