I'm a sinner. A big, fat, dirty ol' sinner. Just as wretched as the nasty monsters found in nightmares.
Shocking, I know. But it's true.
However, I have this glorious thing going for me. So do you.
Just the sound of the word makes my heart beat a little faster. Not because I think I can do all the awful things I want to. And not because I think it is a 'get-out-of-jail' free card.
It makes my heart beat a little faster because Someone died for me. Actually died. He was beaten and bruised and ridiculed. He bore the tremendous weight of all the awful, horrible things I have done and said and thought. And He died. For me.
Grace chases you. Grace pursues you. Grace wants a relationship with you.
After all, He died for you. And His death covered you with grace.
It is an undeserved gift.
May you accept this gift. And as fast and furious as Grace pursues you, may you find yourself pursuing Him just as hard.
'I do not treat the grace of God as meaningless.
For if keeping the law could make us right with God,
then there was no need for Christ to die.'
No, I do not think grace is meaningless. I think grace is everything.
My life was transformed by grace. My life if grace full. To the brim and overflowing.