Tonight at church Ps Murray was talking about grace. You can never really hear enough about grace. It’s humbling, strange, confusing, wonderful and totally undeserved. I like grace. I love grace. I don’t get it or understand it. Maybe that’s what I’ve always loved about faith. I don’t get it. I don’t get God, at all. I understand that Jesus wanted to sleep down in the boat during the storm, I understand the whole Jesus sandal thing (totally comfy), I know Noah’s Ark, Jonah, Ruth and Boaz, Samson & Delilah, Elizabeth, The Stable. I know all that. But I still don’t get it. I like that. I think so many people get tripped up on figuring it out. I like to just know that God loves me and that is grace is sufficient.
This is my favourite passage of scripture
1THEREFORE, SINCE we are justified (acquitted, declared righteous, and given a right standing with God) through faith, let us [grasp the fact that we] have [the peace of reconciliation to hold and to enjoy] peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ (the Messiah, the Anointed One).2Through Him also we have [our] access (entrance, introduction) by faith into this grace (state of God’s favor) in which we [firmly and safely] stand. And let us rejoice and exult in our hope of experiencing and enjoying the glory of God.
3Moreover [let us also be full of joy now!] let us exult and triumph in our troubles and rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that pressure and affliction and hardship produce patient and unswerving endurance.
Eden and Joelle