I have been admonished, in a good way, of dwelling on the sin of man more than the grace of God. This may be a right judgment of me as I think and write upside down and sideway creating misunderstanding. Of course, Gods grace is much more important than my sin. If I have given any other thought I am sorry.
By the grace of God, Jesus died on a cross for me. All the useless, disgusting, awful things of both now and later, Jesus hung on that cross for me. And should I choose to accept this gift and ask for His forgiveness, God will bury my sin as far away and deep as could possibly be. God has forgiven and forgotten my sin so He may not even know what I dwell on sometimes. I have accepted His grace and don't wallow in the fear of not being forgiven. The scars are what concern me.
Jesus died and rose again for me. He is God! He rose from the dead! What's the deal with the scars in His feet, hands and side? Wouldn't scar healing be much easier than death healing? Maybe He left those there for a reason. I look at those scars as reminders, not of what I've done (that's buried) but what I don't want to do again.
I mentioned in my last muse about the scar of my daughter. That scar given to her, not unlike the scars of Jesus were created by my lack of discipline. I said that she came to me for comfort. As much as she came to get comfort, it was the comfort of acceptance she gave to me, I most remember. All these scars I've caused remind me to appreciate, stay vigilant and not take advantage of this grace God has given, which cancels any amount of my sin.
If I don't prepare to beware, my susceptibility will be too great.
Expectation dislodges the glory of Grace
Duty misrepresents the gift of Grace
Thanks minimizes the magnificence of Grace
If I don't remember the scars I have produced, I won't understand the awesomeness of this grace that has been given. As my daughter, in her pain, comforted me in her embrace, so Jesus envelops me in His outstretched arms of grace.
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