I was reading a book on the way home after a long day. It's called "What's So Amazing About Grace?" by Philip Yancey.
I felt God was speaking to me through Yancey's words.
I won't give you back your mum.
But what I can give you, is comfort.
What I will give you, is pardon, without hesitance.
I will give you humility, rising you above your pain.
I will host a banquet, in your name when you come back to me.
I will not need you to spend your life working your debt off for me.
I will give you several attempts, not just a one off shot at life.
Grace means I cannot love you any more than I do.
Grace means that racism, pornography, murder, masochism, addiction, depression, escapism or adultery will not make me love you any less.
I will spend all my riches on you and want nothing back. I will spend my money as I will; I invest everything in you.
Because I love you. You shall be known as "the one Jesus loves."
The fact that God loves me always...and constantly has his arms open, no matter where I am on the road, lying and awaiting death on the side, keeled over and panting for air, or running towards Him with arms wide open...the knowledge makes my shoulders ease up, better than any supple pair of hands, with the ingrained knowledge of massaging.
I feel like standing up again.
V
Labels: grace
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
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