Sometimes when I read God’s word, the gap between my behavior and his instructing truth is profoundly evident.
That happened this morning, which was (go figure) great timing. (You know, because Christmas means lots of family time.) This morning, God’s word shined a light on my ungracious attitude, and left me with a choice.
I can choose to pretend that I am some kind of automatically righteous person, who has the right to exact judgment on the shortcomings of others…and treat them according to what their actions deserve.
I can choose to live in truth…in the constant awareness that that my despicable heart needs the perpetual supply of God’s unreasonable grace.
Because they might hurt my feelings. And they might not appreciate the gifts I give, or the sacrifice that went into it. They might act in a way that runs right opposite of any holy-like barometer.
But I have also been “they”.
…and I was freely given an overdose of unreasonable grace.
Wherever you come from this morning, you can rest assured that your behavior hasn’t merited you one ounce of mercy. You didn’t work your way into God’s approval; and there is no hope of righteousness to be found on your own.
He has a heaping load of mercy for you and me, because of his great big love with which he loves us.
He freely lavishes it out on us day after day, regardless of what last night looked like. And because he has gifted his grace so freely…so alarmingly freely…we are called to dump it out on the person who gets on our nerves.
Because that’s what grace does.
Unreasonable grace doesn’t make sense. It isn’t logical, and it doesn’t play tit-for-tat.
So I dare you to go be gracious today. Because God has given you more than enough, and the supply won’t ever run low.
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