Grace. That word continually pops up. I can't run or hide from it. Remind me, why did I ever want to leave it? Why does the law look so appealing? Am I so self involved that I shudder to think that I'm doing NOTHING to earn my salvation? Oh, I wrestle daily with this idea of grace. I'm going to write it again, but bigger and in blue letters.
Grace.
Yep, you're right Bill. That does feel good.

This Grace thing is so beautiful. That's kinda the point.
I'm so undeserving. That's kinda the point.
I'm so needy. That's kinda the point.
It's amazing. That's kinda the point.
I have rejected it and failed to give it so often that I shouldn't ever get it again, but I still do.
That's kinda the point.

I'm madly in love with this Christ who offers so willingly Grace for all.
That's kinda the point.


This is the point I wish I had arrived at a lot sooner.