So, it’s Easter. Which means I’ve been thinking about grace a lot more than usual.
What do I mean by grace? The simplest explanation I can give for it is this:
Grace isn’t pretty.
It isn’t neat.
Grace is uncomfortable. Grace isn’t afraid to get its hands dirty. It reaches down into the muck, gets all the dirt under its fingernails, and hauls you up again. Grace is God saying, “The world wants nothing to do with you. But I do.”
King David in the Old Testament: had his captain Uriah murdered so he could marry Uriah’s wife, Bathsheba. He repented and God redeemed him.
The Apostle Paul: ordered Christians tortured and executed. Redeemed and became one of the greatest apostles.
And the list goes on. Seriously, the Bible is full of really sketchy characters. Sketchy characters and broken people who were granted grace and went on to flip their lives right around.
This is the grace I believe in. The grace I have seen. This is the grace I write about.