Grace. Its one of those things that I don’t think I will ever understand.
After all, I’m only human.
The Sovereign God, Creator of the Universe, knows me better than I know myself. He obviously knows every single time that I screw up, even when I don’t recognize it.
He knows my poor attitude, my lack of obedience, my stubbornness, my pride. He knows when I act as if I don’t need Him. He knows when I try to glorify myself instead of Him.
Yet He chooses to ignore it, because of His Son.
Approaching the Throne of Grace, I cower behind the Son of Man. Hands trembling, eyes squinting, He grabs me by the hand and leads me to His Father. I cannot look upon Him. He is just too much. I fall to my face. I don’t know what else to do.
It is all I can do.
I am expecting the worst, and yet I cannot imagine the severity of His wrath.
And then I hear His Son speak up.
“She deserves hell, but because of My sacrifice, We can pour out our grace on her.”
I have done nothing to deserve this treatment. No one has, and no one can.
Even if I woke up every morning and studied the Word for hours before I began my day, spent each day in a pleasant mood, blessing others with my existence, sold everything and moved overseas to give every moment of my life to tell others of His glory and grace, I still wouldn’t deserve it. I still wouldn’t have done enough.
Yet He just lavishes it upon me.
But this also doesn’t mean that I can abuse this grace.
Just read Galatians if you think you can.
All I can do is accept it, marvel at it, lift my hands in praise because of it, and tell you about it.
“Indeed, we have all received grace after grace from His fullness, for although the law was given through Moses; grace and truth came through Jesus Christ.” John 1:16-17
“For the LORD God is a sun and shield. The LORD gives grace and glory; He does not withhold the good from those who live with integrity.” Psalm 84:11