The other day I told a friend that the good in my life is due to grace, not to my doing. I meant it sincerely, but in retrospect I wonder if what I said could have sounded a little flip. My friend didn’t take it that way, but a one-liner like that doesn’t begin to touch the depth and power of an incredibly complex theological concept such as grace.
If grace is from God, does that mean some people receive it, and some don’t? Is it like the roll of the dice, or the luck of the draw? Does grace mean that we play no part in it? A yes to any of those questions reduces grace to a trivial idea, man-made, not God-graced. Um, maybe grace is what God makes? A verb as well as a noun?
Tonight as I sit on the ‘deck’ of the cottage, I’m sensing that there has to be some connection between my longing for God and God’s offering of grace.
If grace is from God, does that mean some people receive it, and some don’t? Is it like the roll of the dice, or the luck of the draw? Does grace mean that we play no part in it? A yes to any of those questions reduces grace to a trivial idea, man-made, not God-graced. Um, maybe grace is what God makes? A verb as well as a noun?
Tonight as I sit on the ‘deck’ of the cottage, I’m sensing that there has to be some connection between my longing for God and God’s offering of grace.
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