Life ran away from me over the past month. I’ve failed to give an update on our Sundays for over a month!
In talking with a friend, I mentioned that this Sunday people at the second service will likely remember three things: (1) that I said “have a drink”; (2) that I said “dork”; and (2) that I am a selfish and meticulous person. I told him that that was not my goal in the least. What I hoped people heard was that God’s grace is relentless, and that we all need it.*
Yet somehow, we miss it more often than we find it. Like we don’t even know the song that is sung to us morning by morning.
(For more info on this experiment, read here.)
The grace of God is the thing we have to offer people in this world. It’s the most unique thing about our faith. It changes entire villages. It restores broken souls and resurrects dead lives. Nothing is more important. Nothing is more satisfying. And it comes to us through what Christ did on the cross.