It’s a well-taught concept. A word used often in religion: grace.
This word easily slips off my tongue when I talk about my spiritual life. Many “say grace” at the dinner table by muttering tired, repeat prayers. But, ‘grace’ deserves such better treatment. Please, take a moment to remind yourself of the immense beauty of God’s grace. One brief pause in a busy day to reflect on the gravity of the love story he has with you:
When I sinned, God knew death was inevitably coming for me. He had to stop this calamity, had to find a solution, a loophole, anything to save the child he so desperately loved. And he did. God found a loophole that would save all of humanity. An exit he could offer to every single one of his heirs from the clutches of death. But it wasn’t by eradicating the punishment and it was too good to come for free.
A tremendous price was attached; my Father was willing to pay. To save me, he let go of his only son. A righteous son who never committed the heinous betrayal that I had. I treated my Father’s law as if it were dispensable and in doing so, relinquished my precious heritage. Jesus, though innocent and undeserving, accepted the most painful death in human history; a torturous, unfair fate because of me. He found a way to rescue me from my own self-inflicted demise. An innocent was so overwhelmed with love that he surrendered his life to give me another chance.
Is that not the most beautiful love story you’ve ever heard?
That’s your story. Write this on your heart, let it inundate your mind the next time ‘grace’ flutters through your thoughts. In this moment, let the full weight of grace weigh on you. And praise God for his passionate rescue and purchased escape given freely to you.