Grace . . .
One word. But oh the power of that word. It sets the captive free. Breathes life into the lifeless. Gives hope to the hopeless. Restores the parched and weary soul.
In Him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God’s grace that He lavished on us. Ephesians 1.7-8
Just a tiny drop of grace can lift a soul out of the pit of despair, pull them from a wasteland of disillusionment, and set them free.
But God didn’t give us just a little bit of grace. No. He poured it out lavishly, carelessly, extravagantly.
He didn’t just forgive a few sins. He forgave them all. Past. Present. Future. Our slate is clean, our record pristine, our salvation secure. Our forgiveness is directly connected to His extravagant grace.
He doesn’t dole out His grace in tiny increments. He doesn’t demand holiness before He gives grace. God’s grace is Unconditional. Undeserved. Unearned. Unmerited.
He redeemed us. Bought us from the slave auction. Searched for us in the garbage dump. Found us in the rubble of our own making and chose us. The price was enormous! The cost exorbitant but it was a plan He designed in the annals of time.
Rich. Lavish. Glorious. Grace.
How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost
But now I’m found
Was blind but now I see. Amen.