Lord I come to You
Let my heart be changed, renewed
Flowing from the grace
That I’ve found in You
And Lord I’ve come to know
The weaknesses I see in me
Will be stripped away
By the power of Your love

-Lyrics by Rebecca St. James, The Power of Your Love 


I never signed up to blog so I could complain—but that doesn’t mean I won’t share my opinion.  With that being said, I will say this—I’m wore out with hearing about how good so and so is—what a great organization such and such is—and what a great country America is, can be, should be, or was at such and such a time and could be again if it would only heed the advice of doctor whoever.  Hey—I value my American citizenship, but it pales in comparison to my citizenship as a Jesus-follower.  The two aren’t even worth mentioning in the same sentence—but I do it nonetheless.  Yeah.  I’ve had it.  Mostly, I have had it with me—so please don’t take this the wrong way. 

When does anyone talk about how good God is? 

God is good to one and all; everything he does is suffused with grace.     (Psalm 145:9, The Message Bible)

We are so quick to question and doubt God due to the pain, disasters and evil in the world—so when do we give him credit for all of the wonder?  I’ve had more than my fill of all the feel good stories about this, that and the other.  We are a bunch of rebels when you get down to it.  The so called best of the best among us (that I know anyways, and I know a few)—have sinned mightily and the sins they (keep me out of it) have committed haven’t been done as some far away from God heathen—but as followers of Christ.  And for the rest of you who say Not me—I will keep praying God helps you get real.  If you want to maintain your innocence at the expense of the kindness of God, please spare me the email.  I don’t need to know how holy you are or how holy I could be if I just was more like you—besides, I won’t be very nice in return.

We don’t like readily admitting it, but our dishonesty won’t change reality—we are much better at telling one another how loving and caring and sharing one another is.  It’s so precious.  But when is some one going to stand up and speak out about the grace of God and be a bastion of mercy?  People go nuts when you talk about the unadulterated and undeserved grace of God.  Ask me, I know firsthand—I have very few friends (never did) any more now that I speak about God’s grace in the terms I do and it doesn’t hurt that I can’t afford to throw the barbeque’s any longer.  I don’t even own a cheap charcoal grill these days—and please don’t fret for me—I’ll get mine with streets of gold and all the golf I can stomach one day.  Come to think of it, I kind of like it actually—I sleep better and enjoy the few obvious friendships I do have.  My phony friends had an easy out and got out—and for those of you who don’t like me saying so, well, maybe you never experienced the sting. 

I get more flack when I talk about God’s patience and my depravity then any other time I write.  And why?  I need some schooling here.  We need to recover how bad off we were—are—and would be without Christ.  I get the comments on my blog and I converse with a few people—and what I gather is that we are almost clueless really when it comes to what raw grace is.

Undeserved grace—that’s what grace is, isn’t it? 

How we need it.